Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

In the year of our eighteen hundred 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 her the Irish Rover.

We had one million bales of the best Sligo
We had two barrels of stones
We had three sides of old blind horses hides,
We had four million 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 Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies up for his set
He was with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was of the walk
As he rolled the under and over
all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
And he in the Irish Rover

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

We had seven years when the measles broke out
And the lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was down to two,
Just meself and the old dog.
Then the ship a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned over
Turned nine around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Rover