Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

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

'Tis twelve 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 that makes the hot

Well, we laid it in a hollows and we 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 that was equal to the hot asphalt

The other a copper comes and he says to me, McGuire
Would you kindly let me light me pipe at your boiler fire?
And he himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late
And says I, me decent man, you'd better go and find 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 and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler 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 equal to the hot

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 hear the copper groan

I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old
And burn me if I am not to claim him with me pick
Now, says I, it would be easier to boil him till he
And to stir him and easy in the 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 world and I never felt
Any surface was equal to the hot asphalt

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

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

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