Luyện nghe bài hát The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn

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

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

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

Well, in the Euston you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the out
took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in a bolted door and did it all again

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

You remember that foul evening you heard the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken bastards Billy in the bowl
They took you up to mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and up in the church

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

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