Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

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

'Tis months come October since I left me native home
After helping Killarney boys to bring the harvest down
But now I the gansey and around me waist a belt
I'm the gaffer of the squad makes the hot asphalt

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

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

He ups and yells, I'm on you, I'm up to all yer pranks
I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks?
Boys, I hit straight from the and I gave 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, I've wandered up and down the and sure I never felt
Any that was equal to the hot asphalt

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

I'm thinking, O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old Nick
And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me
Now, says I, it be easier to boil him till he melts
And to stir him 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, I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never
Any that was equal to the hot asphalt

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

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

Well, we laid it in a 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 and sure I never felt
Any surface that was to the hot asphalt