Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to you well
If you'll gather all around me, now, the story I tell
For I've got a and begorrah 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 and around me waist a belt
I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot

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 down the and sure I never felt
Any that was equal to the hot asphalt

The night 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 down in front, with hobnails up, till 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 from the Tipperary ranks?
Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler full of 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 wandered up and down the world and sure I 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 the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stone
And with every other rub, sure you could the copper groan

I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, he's lookin' like old Nick
And burn me if I am not to claim him with me pick
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 last forever, 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 sailor lads, singers and the rest
Your and your tailors but we please the ladies best
The only ones who know the way their flinty to melt
Are the lads the boiler making hot asphalt

rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me death of cold
For purposes, me body it was sold
In the Kelvin grove museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me
As a to the Irish, making hot asphalt

Well, we laid it in a 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 never
Any that was equal to the hot asphalt