Luyện nghe bài hát Three Drunken Maidens

There three drunken maidens, lived on the Isle of Wight
They drank from Monday morning, didn't till Saturday night
When Saturday night came round, my boys, the wouldn't go out
These three drunken maidens kept pushing the jug
Then in comes Sally with a face as red as a bloom
"Move up, my jolly sisters, and give your Sally some
For be your equal before the night is out"
So now four drunken they pushed the jug about
was woodcock and pheasant, partridge and hare
And every of pie, my boys, no scarcity was there
They'd forty quarts of beer all told, they fairly it up
These four drunken maidens who pushed the jug
Then in comes the and he's looking for his pay
"I've a bill for nicker that you lot have got to pay"
They hadn't got the money and still wouldn't go out
These four drunken kept pushing the jug about
Now where are your feathered hats, your mantles crisp and
"They've all swallowed up, my boys, in tankards of good wine"
And where are your maidenheads, you maids so brisk and
"We left them in the public house, we drank clean away"