Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

Well on the of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of
we sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City in New York
a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and aft
And oh, how the wind drove her
She stood blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they her the Irish Rover

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

Well we had Barney McGee from the of the Lee,
We had Hogan from Tyrone
And we had Jimmy McGurk who was scared stiff of
And a lad from called Malone
O we had Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a
And Fighting Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mike
from the banks of the
Was the skipper on the 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 charming whore
Who'll all his troubles away
All the noise and the
All the and stout
The fighting it's never
Of the love of a he is never afraid
all for the Irish Rover

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