Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

Well on the Fourth of July
We set sail from the sweet cove of
we sailing away 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 wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven
And they called her the Irish

Well we had one bags of the best Sligo rags,
We had two barrels of stone
We had three million bails of old tails,
We had four million of bones
We had million hogs, and six million dogs,
Seven million of porter
We had eight million bails of old tails
In the of the Irish Rover

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

a sailor he longs for a better life
It's so lonesome by and by day
And he longs for the shore and a young whore
Who'll all his troubles away
All the noise and the
All the and stout
The fighting it's never
Of the of a maid he is never 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 that of a crew 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 over
Well it turned times around
And the old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover!