Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

Well on the Fourth of 1806
We set sail from the sweet of Cork
we were away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City in New York
'twas a wonderful craft, she was for and aft
And oh, how the wild drove her
She stood several blasts, she had masts
And they called her the Irish

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

Well we had McGee from the banks of the Lee,
We had Hogan from Tyrone
And we had Jimmy McGurk who was stiff of work
And a lad from Westmeath Malone
O we had O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from
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 whiskey and
The fighting never over
Of the of a maid he is never afraid
all for the Irish Rover

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