Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

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

'Tis months come October since I left me native home
After helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest
But now I wear the gansey and me waist a belt
I'm the gaffer of the squad that 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 up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface was equal to the hot asphalt

The other a copper comes and he says to me, McGuire
Would you kindly let me me pipe down at your boiler fire?
And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till
And I, me decent 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 know you for a from the Tipperary ranks?
Boys, I hit from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot

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 that was equal to the hot asphalt

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

I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that lookin' like old Nick
And burn me if I am not inclined to him with me pick
Now, says I, it would be to boil him till he melts
And to him nice and easy in the 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 wandered up and down the world and sure I never
Any surface that was equal to the hot

You may talk about yer lads, ballad singers and the rest
Your shoemakers and your but we please the ladies best
The only who know the way their flinty hearts to melt
Are the lads around the 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 laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the and sure I never felt
Any surface that was to the hot asphalt