Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

Good evening, all my lads, I'm glad to find 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 wage of bob

'Tis twelve months come since I left me native home
helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest down
But now I wear the gansey and around me a belt
I'm the of the squad that makes 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 that was equal to the hot asphalt

The night a copper comes and he says to me, McGuire
Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at 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 your bait

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 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 surface that was equal to the hot

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

I'm thinking, says O'Reilly, that he's like old Nick
And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him me pick
Now, I, it would be easier to boil him till he melts
And to stir him nice and in the hot asphalt

Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the
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 that was to the hot asphalt

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

With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me of cold
For scientific purposes, me it was sold
In the Kelvin museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt
As a monument to the Irish, making hot

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