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 wage of bob

'Tis twelve months come since I left me native home
After helping them boys to bring the harvest down
But now I wear the gansey and around me 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 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 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 your boiler
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 on you, I'm up to all yer pranks
I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks?
Boys, I hit straight the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler of 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 up and down the world and sure I never 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 warm water we began to rub and
But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him 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, says I, it would be to boil him till he melts
And to stir him nice and easy in the hot

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 wandered up and down the world and 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 best
The only who know the way their flinty hearts to melt
Are the lads the boiler making hot asphalt

With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me death of
For scientific purposes, me body it was
In the Kelvin grove museum, me boys, I'm in me pelt
As a monument to the Irish, hot asphalt

Well, we laid it in a hollows and we it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, sure I swear, eat me hat
Well, wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was to the hot asphalt