Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

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

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

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his
When the ladies up for his set
He was with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers fluther'd 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 he took up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish

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

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