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 and begorrah and begob
I can whisper all the weekly of nineteen bob

'Tis twelve months come October since I me native home
After helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest
But now I wear the gansey and around me a belt
I'm the gaffer of the squad 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, wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was to the hot asphalt

The other night a copper comes and he to me, McGuire
Would you let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire?
And he planks himself right down in front, hobnails up, till 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 know you for a traitor from the Tipperary
Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder and I him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot

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 world and sure I felt
Any that was equal to the hot asphalt

We dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub
And with soap and warm water we to rub and scrub
But devil the thing, it hardened and it him hard 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, says I, it would be easier to him till he melts
And to stir him nice and in the hot asphalt

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

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

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

Well, we laid it in a and we laid it in the flat
And if it last 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 equal to the hot