Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

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

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

Well, we it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
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 never
Any surface that was equal to the hot

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

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

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

We dragged him out again 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 him hard as stone
And with every other rub, sure you could hear the groan

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

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

You may talk yer sailor lads, ballad singers and the rest
Your shoemakers and your tailors but we the ladies best
The only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to
Are the lads the boiler making hot asphalt

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

Well, we laid it in a hollows and we 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 world and I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot