Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Larry Was Stretched

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

a boy was condemned to the Squeezer
Would fence all the duds he had
For to help his poor to a sneezer
And his ol' gob 'fore he died

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

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

"Oh, and I'll be cut up a pie
And me nob me body be parted
in the wrong box, then, says I
For blast me if so hardhearted

"A chalk on the back of your
Is all that Jack Catch dares to you
Then mind not trifle's affect
Oh, why should the likes of grieve you?
And now boys, tip us the deck"

Well, the being called for they played
Larry found one of them cheated
A point in his napper was
For the boy been easily heated

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

Then the came in with his book
And he spoke him so and so civil
Larry tipped him sour look
And he his big wig to the devil

Then sighing he back his head
For to get a sweet of the bottle
And sighing he said
"Oh, the hempt 'twill be soon 'round me
And choke me poor windpipe to

"Oh, then it's the best way to die
Oh, the dead are no better the
For now when the gallows is
Our journey is to Heaven"

But what Larry the most
And his soul poor melancholy
Is he thinks of the time when his
It come in a sheet to Sweet Molly
"Oh sure, kill her alive"

So moving, these last words he
We all vented our tears in a
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 to King William
And did his color grow white

When he came to the old Chit
He was tucked up so and so pretty
The rumbler jugged off from his
And he died his face to the city

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

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

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