Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

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

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

There was awl Mickey Coote who hard on his flute
When the ladies up for his set
He was with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the under and over
They all at a glance when he took up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish

was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from Tyrone
was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath Malone
was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill from Dover
And your man McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

We had sailed seven years when the 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 Lord what a
The was turned right over
Turned nine around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the of the Irish Rover