Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm to find you well
If you'll all around me, now, the story I will tell
For got a situation 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 them Killarney boys to the harvest down
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 last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was to the hot asphalt

The other night a copper and he says to me, McGuire
Would you kindly let me light me 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 down on you, I'm up to all yer
Don't I know you for a traitor the Tipperary ranks?
Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder and I him such a belt
That I him into the boiler full of 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 equal to the hot

We quickly dragged him out and we threw him in the tub
And with soap and water we began to rub and scrub
But devil the thing, it hardened and it him hard as stone
And every other rub, sure you could 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 would be easier to him till he melts
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 sure I felt
Any surface that was to the hot asphalt

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

With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I me death of cold
For scientific purposes, me body it was
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 hollows and we laid it in the
And if it doesn't last forever, I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot