Luyện nghe bài hát Down To The Old Pub Instead

Lad, it's your to find ye a lass
child-bearing hips and a pink, supple ass
And make her your wife and love her with so true
Now some run high, some rivers run low
When her river runs red, then starting her flow
And it's called menstr'ation, and here's it means to you

You will her bloomers are spotty at first
Stand - her ovarian dam's gonna burst
Son, be afraid, it's a natural t'ing
Just wad up some cotton and hand her string
Put the old on top of the bed
Get out of the and go down to the old pub instead

She'll retain her water, her breasts be tender
And every third that you say will offend her
Get out of the and go down to the old pub instead
And she'll want to make love - if you do, a fool
you'll only end up with a bloody O'Toole
Get out of the - down to the old pub instead

And she'll want you to sample the fruit of her
But son, it'll taste like some old coins
So off the light, boy, and take off your hat
And drop to your knees, say a prayer to Pat
Then he'll give you the to get out of the bed
And for sake, go down to the old pub instead

Now the pub is the where the lads are a-meetin'
When the moon's full and the are a-bleedin'
The Catholic, the Protestant, even the
The pub is the place when your lady is
So drink of your pint, boys, and thank your
That as menfolk we don't have to from our cocks
And we can escape from the lady in red
And get out of the house and go down to the old pub