Luyện nghe bài hát The Humours Of Whiskey

Let your quacks and be cutting their capers
curing the vapors the scratch and the gout
With medical potions, their serums and their lotions
their notions, they're mighty put out.

Who can tell the true physic to all pathetic
And pitch to the divil, cramp, and spleen
You'll know it I if you take a big drink
With your mouth to the of a jug of poteen

So to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your and raising your joys
Oh what botheration, no dose in the
Can give consolation poteen me boys.

No liquid cosmetic to lovers
Or pathetic can give such a bloom
As the sweet by the in the garden of flowers
Ever gave their own bowers a darling perfume
And this so rare if you willingly share
To be taking your hair when it's frizzled and
Oh the sod has the merit to the true spirit
So strong it will shake all the hairs your head

stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising joys
Oh since its perfection, no direction
Can cleanse the like poteen me boys

While a child in me cradle, me nurse her ladle
Was my mouth with a notion of pap
When a from her bottle fell into my throttle
I and capered clean out of her lap

On the floor I lay crawlin' and and bawling
'Til me mother and were called to the fore
All and sighing they feared I was dying
But soon found I was crying for more.

So to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and your joys
Oh lord how they'd chuckle if babes in their
They only suckle on poteen me boys

Through my youthful aggression, through of depression
My childhood's impression still to my mind
And at school or at college the of knowledge
I never could gulp with whiskey combined

And as older I'm growing ever bestowin'
On potation, a flavor so fine
And how ere may lecture on jove and his nectar
Itself is the only liquid divine

So stick to the the best thing in nature
For your sorrows and raising your joys
Oh lord, the right thing for courting and fighting
There's nowt so as poteen me boys.

guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle
What's than mustard and milder than cream
What best your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
What's than honey and stronger than steam

What'll make the walk, what will make the dumb talk,
The elixir of life and philospher's
And what helped Mr. to build the Thames Tunnel
Wasn't it from ould Inisowen

So to the cratur' the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and your joys
Oh lord, no wonder, if lightning and thunder
made from the plunder of poteen me boys.

You pathetic, with lovers athletic
For liquid cosmetic, you can't beat the
With a glow to your cheek, it will your heart leap
quiet a stallion or cure an old cob
At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a
You'd kick up your heels and peel to the buff
'tis he'd be pathetic while you'd be athletic
If only you'd take a few drops of the

So stick to the cratur' the best in nature
For sinking your and raising your joys
For there's nothing like whiskey to make frisky
It separates all the men from the boys.