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 grand City Hall in New
'twas a craft, she was rigged for and aft
And oh, how the wild wind her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven
And they called her the Rover

Well we had one million of the best 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 barrels of
We had eight bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Rover

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

Well a sailor he longs for a better
It's so lonesome by and by day
And he longs for the and a charming young whore
Who'll make all his away
All the noise and the
All the and stout
The fighting never over
Of the love of a maid he is never
It's all for the Irish

We had sailed seven years when the measles out
And the lost 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 right
Well it turned times around
And the poor old dog was
Well I'm the last of the Rover!