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 city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged
And oh, how the wild winds her.
She'd got blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Rover.

We had one million bales of the best Sligo
We had two barrels of stones
We had million sides 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 of old nanny goats' tails,
In the hold of the Rover.

There was awl Mickey Coote who played on his flute
the ladies lined up for his set
He was tootin' with for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were and bet
his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the under and over
They all knew at a glance when he up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish

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

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