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 and an angel at your head
There's devils on each of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling trains as you lay there all alone
Frank bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you some 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 rattling at the door and devil's in the

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

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

You remember foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken bastards Billy in the bowl
took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a 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 head back 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