Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

In the year of our lord hundred and six
We set sail from the coal of cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of
For the grand city hall in New
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds her.
She'd got several blasts, she'd masts
And we her the Irish Rover.

We had one bales of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of
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 barrels of porter.
We had eight bails of old nanny goats' tails,
In the hold of the Rover.

There was awl Mickey Coote who hard on his flute
When the ladies up for his set
He was tootin' with for each sparkling quadrille
the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his witty talk 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

was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan 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 man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven when the measles broke out
And the lost 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 what a shock
The was turned right over
Turned nine around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the of the Irish Rover