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 a cargo of bricks
For the grand hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged
And oh, how the wild winds her.
She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven
And we called her the Rover.

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

There was awl Coote who played hard on his flute
the ladies lined up for his set
He was with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were and bet
With his sparse witty he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames and over
all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
And he sailed in the Rover

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

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