Luyện nghe bài hát A Drinking Song

Back at the
A is found
And opened in honour of who have drowned,
While we who have not are stricken with
And see that not one drop is spilt;
drinking to life,
We're drinking to -
We're drinking none of our livers are left!
We're our way down to the spirit store,
drink 'til we just can't drink anymore!
Raise glasses high,
the cellar dry!
Well, my nose
And my eye!
If it ain't some young Turk in search of a -
And Chanticleer's is sagging with pride,
For has yet to be satisfied.
Well, heaven be
We in an age
When no man need
(Except on the stage)
'Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori' -
And not tonight!
I can remember
I was just a kid -
I was free to do I wanted to,
But I never, did...
So now with of discretion reached,
May we not
Libert, Egalit,
For life in the old world yet!
always be an England (oh yes there will),
An Ireland and a (indubitably),
A Liechtenstein and (absolutely right, completely undeniable),
And we only one chance...
Earnest man with an unhealthy tan
Puts a drink in my and says:
"I
in search of the place
To the chase
Of the taste?
I in that case
You all come me
To my by the sea
Where the glasses be overflowing with free
delights -
And free if you like -
For what has this life
If you realise you're dreams?!"
Oh, your glasses high,
And the town dry!
We'll drink the boundaries of sense!
We'll drink 'til we start to see lovely pink
our heads, inside our beds -
Inside the threads of our pyjama -
So don't shoot til you see the of our eyes
And an army of marching behind!
>From the day I was born 'til the night I die
All my will be pink and elephantine!