Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

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

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

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

He ups and yells, I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer
Don't I you for a traitor from 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 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, wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface was equal to the hot asphalt

We quickly dragged him out and we threw him in the tub
And with soap and warm 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, he's 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 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 the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot

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

With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I me death of cold
For scientific purposes, me 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 and we laid it in the flat
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 to the hot asphalt