Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you
If gather all around me, now, the story I will tell
For I've got a situation and begorrah and
I can all the weekly wage of nineteen bob

twelve months come October since I left me native home
After helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest
But now I wear the gansey and around me waist a
I'm the gaffer of the that makes the hot asphalt

Well, we it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot

The night a copper comes and he says to me, McGuire
Would you kindly let me light me pipe at your boiler fire?
And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, late
And says I, me decent man, you'd go and find your bait

He ups and yells, I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer
Don't I you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks?
Boys, I hit from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler of hot asphalt

Well, we it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never
Any surface was equal to the hot asphalt

We quickly dragged him out and we threw him in the tub
And soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub
But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him as stone
And with every other rub, sure you could hear the copper

I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that lookin' like old Nick
And me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick
Now, I, it would be easier to boil him till he melts
And to stir him and easy in the hot asphalt

Well, we it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was to the hot asphalt

You may talk about yer sailor lads, ballad and the rest
Your shoemakers and tailors but we please the ladies best
The ones who know the way their flinty hearts to melt
Are the lads around the boiler making hot

With rubbing and scrubbing, sure I caught me death of cold
For purposes, me body it was sold
In the grove museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt
As a to the Irish, making hot asphalt

Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the
And if it doesn't forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the and sure I never felt
Any surface that was to the hot asphalt