Luyện nghe bài hát Water Is All Right In Tay

(S. McGrath)
The French drink wine, the tea.
The Yankee drinks his hot coffee.
The child drinks nine times a day.
The Scotsman sips his toddy.
You can keep you and keep your tea!
My curse on him that me coffee!
I'll porter, if I may.
It me feel content and happy.
quaffed down with a laugh.
The have their aching livers.
is all right in tea,
For fish, and that swim in rivers.
The man and the beggar, too,
The in the corner thinking.
If money enough to spend,
pints of porter they'd be drinking.
Porter quaffed with a laugh.
The gentry have aching livers.
Water is all in tea,
For fish, and that swim in rivers.
The miser and stores his gold.
The bee collects the honey.
that miser's dead and cold,
Someone else will his money!
Porter quaffed down a laugh.
The gentry their aching livers.
Water is all in tea,
For fish, and things swim in rivers.
go in for counting beads.
More go in for women.
The stays at home and reads.
Give me the glass porter in it.
quaffed down with a laugh.
The have their aching livers.
is all right in tea,
For fish, and that swim in rivers.