Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Larry Was Stretched

Oh, the night Larry was stretched
the boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in sacks too they fetched
For they sweated duds till they ris' it
For Larry was the lad

When a boy was to the Squeezer
Would all the duds that he had
For to help his friend to a sneezer
And his ol' gob 'fore he died

Well, the boys came crowding in fast
And they all their stools 'round about him
Six glims round his trap case was
For he couldn't be waked without them

When one of asked, "Could he die
Without having repented?"
Larry, "That's all in me eye
And first by the Clergy
For to get a fat bit for themselves"

"Oh, and be cut up like a pie
And me nob from me be parted
You're in the wrong box, then, I
For blast me if so hardhearted

"A chalk on the back of neck
Is all that Jack Catch to give you
Then mind not such affect
Oh, why should the likes of them you?
And now boys, tip us the deck"

Well, the cards being called for played
Until Larry found one of cheated
A point in his napper was
For the boy he'd been easily

"Oh, hold me the hokey, you
scuttle your knob with me doodle
You cheat me I'm in grief
Ah, but soon I'll demolish noddle
And leave you your to drink"

Then the clergy came in his book
And he spoke him so smooth and so
Larry tipped him kill look
And he pitched his big wig to the

Then sighing he back his head
For to get a sweet drop of the
And dutiful he said
"Oh, the 'twill be soon 'round me throttle
And choke me poor to death

"Oh, then it's the best way to die
Oh, the are no better the living
For now when the is high
Our is shorter to Heaven"

But what Larry the most
And makes his poor melancholy
Is he thinks of the time when his
It will come in a to Sweet Molly
"Oh sure, it'll her alive"

So moving, these last he spoke
We all our tears in a shower
For me own I thought me heart broke
For to see him cut down like a

On his travels we him next day
The throttler I I could kill him
But Larry not one did say
Nor change did he come to King
And then did his color grow

When he came to the old Dublin
He was tucked up so neat and so
The rumbler jugged off from his
And he with his face to the city

He kicked too, but was all pride
For you might see 'twas all over
Soon after the noose was
In we waked him in clover
And sent him to his ground sweat

Oh, the night before Larry was
Well, the boys they all him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they
For they sweated their duds till they it

For was always the lad
When a boy was condemned to the
fence all the duds that he had
For to his poor friend to a sneezer
And his ol' gob 'fore he died
And his ol' gob 'fore he died