Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

In the year of our lord eighteen and six
We set sail from the coal of cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of
For the grand city 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 her the Irish Rover.

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

There was awl Mickey Coote who hard on his flute
When the lined up for his set
He was tootin' skill for each sparkling quadrille
the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames and over
They all knew at a glance when he up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish

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

We had sailed seven years when the broke out
And the lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was reduced to two,
Just meself and the old dog.
Then the struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The was turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was
I'm the of the Irish Rover