Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

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

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

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

Well a sailor he longs for a better
It's so lonesome by and by day
And he longs for the shore and a charming young
make all his troubles away
All the noise and the
All the whiskey and
The fighting it's over
Of the love of a maid he is never
all for the Irish Rover

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