Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

In the year of our lord eighteen and six
We set sail from the coal quay of
We were sailing away a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New
'Twas a craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
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 of stones
We had three million sides of old horses hides,
We had four barrels of bones.
We had five million hogs, we had six dogs,
Seven barrels of porter.
We had eight bails of old nanny goats' tails,
In the hold of the Rover.

There was awl Mickey who played hard on his flute
When the lined up for his set
He was tootin' 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
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,
There was Hogan from County
There was Jimmy who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from
And man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

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