Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

Well on the Fourth of July
We set sail from the sweet of Cork
we were sailing away with a cargo of
For the City Hall 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 masts
And they called her the Irish

Well we had one bags 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 of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Rover

Well we had Barney McGee the banks of the Lee,
We had from County Tyrone
And we had Jimmy McGurk who was scared stiff of
And a lad from called Malone
O we had Slugger who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy Dover
And man, Mike McCann
from the of the Bann
Was the skipper on the 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 whore
Who'll make all his 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 seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost way in the fog
And whale of a crew was reduced down to two,
meself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship a rock,
Oh Lord! a shock,
The bulkhead was turned right
Well it nine times around
And the old dog was drowned
Well I'm the of the Irish Rover!