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 and begob
I can whisper all the weekly of nineteen bob

'Tis twelve months October since I left me native home
After helping them Killarney boys to bring the down
But now I wear the gansey and around me a belt
I'm the gaffer of the squad that 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 up and down the world 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 let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire?
And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till
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 from the Tipperary ranks?
Boys, I hit straight the shoulder and I gave 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 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 was equal to the hot asphalt

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

I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's like old Nick
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 hollows and we 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 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 ones who know the way their flinty 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 monument to the Irish, hot asphalt

Well, we laid it in a and we laid it in the flat
And if it last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface was equal to the hot asphalt