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 too they fetched
For they sweated their duds till ris' it
For Larry was the lad

When a boy was condemned to the
Would all the duds that 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 threw all their stools 'round about him
Six glims round his trap case was
For he couldn't be well waked them

one of them 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 me if they're so hardhearted

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

Well, the cards being called for played
Until found one of them cheated
A in his napper was made
For the boy been easily heated

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

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

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

"Oh, sure it's the best way to die
Oh, the dead are no the living
For now when the gallows is
Our is shorter to Heaven"

But what harasses Larry the
And his soul poor melancholy
Is he of the time when his ghost
It will come in a sheet to Sweet
"Oh sure, it'll her alive"

So moving, these last he spoke
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 watched him day
The throttler I thought I could him
But not one word did say
Nor change did he come to King
And did his color grow white

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

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

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

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