Luyện nghe bài hát The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn

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

When you yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking black shirt who was all the Yids

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

Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was shout
But they give 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 bolted and did it all again

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

You remember that foul evening when you the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken bastards singing Billy in the
They took you up to midnight and left you in the lurch
So you a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

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

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