Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

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

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

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his
When the ladies up for his set
He was tootin' with 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 dames and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his
And he sailed in the Irish

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

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