Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

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

twelve 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 that makes the hot

Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the
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

The night a copper comes and he says to me, McGuire
Would you kindly let me light me pipe 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 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 gave him a belt
That I knocked him the boiler full of 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 felt
Any surface that was equal to the hot

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

I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old
And me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick
Now, says I, it would be easier to boil him 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 last forever, sure 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

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

With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me of cold
For scientific purposes, me it was sold
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 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