Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

Well on the Fourth of 1806
We set sail from the cove of Cork
we were away with a cargo of bricks
For the City Hall in New York
a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and aft
And oh, how the wild wind her
She stood blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish

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

we had Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
We had from County Tyrone
And we had McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a lad from Westmeath Malone
O we had Slugger O'Toole who was as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy Dover
And man, Mike McCann
from the of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish

Well a sailor he for a better life
It's so lonesome by and by day
And he longs for the shore and a charming young
Who'll all his troubles away
All the and the rout
All the and stout
The fighting it's never
Of the love of a maid he is afraid
It's all for the Rover

We had sailed years when the measles broke out
And the ship it's way in the fog
And whale of a crew was reduced down to two,
Just and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship a rock,
Oh Lord! a shock,
The bulkhead was turned over
it turned nine times around
And the old dog was drowned
Well I'm the of the Irish Rover!