Luyện nghe bài hát The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn

McCormack and Richard Tauber are by the bed
There's a glass of below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each of you with bottles in their hands
You one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay all alone
Frank Ryan you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn kneel and say a prayer
But the are rattling at the door and devil's in the chair

Well, in the Euston Tavern you it was your shout
But they wouldn't you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out the street, kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a door and did it all again

At the bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken singing Billy in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout we'll have round

At the graveside of we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in his and Billy's down by the bay