Luyện nghe bài hát Three Drunken Maidens

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