Luyện nghe bài hát The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn

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

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

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

Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the out
They 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 sick bed of we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the in the chair

You that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken bastards singing in the bowl
They you up to midnight mass 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 and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout we'll have another

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