Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

In the year of our lord eighteen and six
We set sail the coal quay of cork
We were sailing away a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild drove her.
She'd got blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Rover.

We had one million bales of the best rags
We had two million of stones
We had three million of old blind horses hides,
We had four barrels of bones.
We had five hogs, we had six million dogs,
Seven million of porter.
We had eight million bails of old goats' tails,
In the of the Irish Rover.

There was awl Mickey Coote who played on his flute
the ladies lined up for his set
He was tootin' skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse talk he was cock of the walk
As he the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance he took up his stance
And he in the Irish Rover

There was McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred of work
And a man from Westmeath Malone
was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from
And your man McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles out
And the ship lost way in a fog.
And that of the crew was reduced down to two,
meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord a shock
The bulkhead was right over
Turned nine times around, and the dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish