Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

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

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

There was awl Coote who played hard on his flute
When the lined up for his set
He was tootin' with skill for sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers fluther'd and bet
his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he up his stance
And he in the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the of the Lee,
There was from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred of work
And a man from called Malone
There was Slugger 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 seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was reduced to two,
meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a
The bulkhead was right over
Turned times around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish