Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Before Larry Was Stretched

Oh, the before Larry was stretched
Well the boys all paid him a visit
A bit in sacks too they fetched
For they sweated their duds till 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 poor to a sneezer
And warm his ol' gob he died

Well, the boys came crowding in fast
And they threw all their 'round about him
Six glims round his trap case was
For he couldn't be well waked them

When one of asked, "Could he die
having duly repented?"
Larry, "That's all in me eye
And first by the invented
For to get a fat bit for themselves"

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

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

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

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

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

sighing he threw back his head
For to get a drop of the bottle
And dutiful he said
"Oh, the hempt be soon 'round me throttle
And me poor windpipe to death

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

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

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

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

When he to the old Dublin Chit
He was tucked up so and so pretty
The rumbler off from his feet
And he died with his face to the

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

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

For Larry was the lad
a boy was condemned 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 warm his ol' gob he died