Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

Well on the Fourth of July
We set from the sweet cove of Cork
we were 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 several blasts, she had twenty-seven
And they her the Irish Rover

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

we had Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
We had Hogan County Tyrone
And we had McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a lad from Westmeath called
O we had O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Bill Treacy from Dover
And man, Mike McCann
from the of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish

Well a sailor he for a better life
It's so by night and by day
And he longs for the shore and a young whore
make all his troubles away
All the noise and the
All the whiskey and
The it's never over
Of the love of a he is never afraid
It's all for the Rover

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