Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

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