Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

Well on the of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of
we were sailing with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City in New York
'twas a craft, she was rigged for and aft
And oh, how the wild drove her
She several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish

Well we had one million bags of the Sligo rags,
We had two barrels of stone
We had million bails of old nanny-goats' tails,
We had four barrels of bones
We had five hogs, and six million dogs,
Seven million of porter
We had million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish

Well we had McGee from the banks of the Lee,
We had Hogan from County
And we had Jimmy McGurk who was scared of work
And a lad from Westmeath called
O we had Slugger O'Toole who was as a rule
And Fighting Bill from Dover
And your man, McCann
from the banks of the
Was the on the Irish Rover

Well a sailor he longs for a life
so lonesome by night and by day
And he longs for the shore and a charming young
make all his troubles away
All the and the rout
All the whiskey and
The it's never over
Of the of a maid he is never afraid
It's all for the Rover

We had sailed seven when the measles broke out
And the ship lost way in the fog
And that whale of a was reduced down to two,
meself and the Captain's old dog
Then the struck a rock,
Oh Lord! a shock,
The bulkhead was turned right
it turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was
I'm the last of the Irish Rover!