Luyện nghe bài hát Vintage Whine

I'll paly for the evening,
pray, be seated, your places
Should my seem displeasing,
your airs and graces,
I've a long as your arm,
(The selection)
such whines - a quaff of qualms,
awaiting your

The bubbles - this aint sham-pain
I've watched hopes on the vine
The of labours toiled in vain
I soul-grapes at harvest time.

1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.

Since it's - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup time I drain the dregs
Their poison kill me - new strength from it I 'll borrow
my maudlin is a that would fill a thousand kegs.

Here's one for the road - ye go
deep sweet lads and lasses
Those crops you gladly sow
shall one day your glasses
Brood for decades - pure distilled
then bottled up longer
- a draught I'll serve you chilled,
when time has made it

- it's bile bouquet.
Laments the patience schnapps
Cask full of mulled dismay
My well-aged-rage - you 've the taps

Anno 1999 - a year for Vintage Whine.

Since drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each I drain the dregs
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength it I 'll borrow
my maudlin is a caudle that fill a thousand kegs.

1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.