Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

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

We had one million bales of the best rags
We had two million barrels of
We had three sides of old blind horses hides,
We had four million of bones.
We had million hogs, we had six million 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 lined up for his set
He was with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was of the walk
As he the dames under and over
all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
And he in the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred of work
And a man from called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey Dover
And man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Rover

We had sailed years when the measles broke out
And the lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was down to two,
Just meself and the old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh what a shock
The bulkhead was turned over
nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the of the Irish Rover