Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

In the year of our eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the quay of cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of
For the grand city 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 masts
And we called her the Rover.

We had one million bales of the best Sligo
We had two million barrels of
We had million sides of old blind horses hides,
We had four barrels of bones.
We had million hogs, we had six million dogs,
million barrels of porter.
We had million bails of old nanny goats' tails,
In the hold of the Rover.

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

There was Barney McGee the banks of the Lee,
There was from County Tyrone
There was McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called
was Slugger O'Toole 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 broke out
And the lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the was reduced down to two,
meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right
nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Rover