Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

Well on the Fourth of 1806
We set sail from the cove 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 wind drove 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 million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, and six dogs,
million barrels of porter
We had eight million of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Rover

Well we had Barney from the banks of the Lee,
We had from County Tyrone
And we had Jimmy McGurk who was scared stiff of
And a lad from Westmeath Malone
O we had O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy Dover
And your man, Mike
the banks of the Bann
Was the on the Irish Rover

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

We had sailed seven years the measles broke out
And the lost it's way in the fog
And that of a crew was reduced down to two,
meself 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
I'm the last of the Irish Rover!