Luyện nghe bài hát The Parish Of Dunkeld

O, what a parish, a parish,
O, a parish is that o' Dunkel',
They hangit their minister, droon'd precentor
Dang doun the steeple, and the bell.
The was doun, but the Kirk was still staunin',
They biggit a lum whaur the bell to hang,
A stellpat they gat and they brewed whisky,
On Sundays they drank it, and and sang.
O, had you but seen how graceful it
To see the pews sae socially join
Macdonald the piper up in the pulpit
He made the pipes skirl out divine.
Wi' whisky and beer, they'd curse and they'd
They'd argy and fecht what ye weel tell
'Bout and Cherlie they bothered fu' rarely
Wi' whisky they're worse than the himsel'.
When the heart-cheerin' spirit had mounted their
To a ball on the they a' did adjourn
Maids wi' coats kilted, they and liltit
When tired they shook hands, and then did return.
If the kirks a'owre Scotland held social meetin's
Nae warning' ye'd need from a bell
For a love and friendship wad draw ye thegither
Far better roarin' the horrors o' hell.