Luyện nghe bài hát The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn

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

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

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

Well, in the Tavern you screamed it was your 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 back in through a bolted door and did it all again

At the sick bed of 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 midnight and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the

Now you'll a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and 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 another round

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