Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

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

We had one million bales of the Sligo rags
We had two barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old 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 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' with skill for each quadrille
Though the dancers were and bet
With his sparse talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and
They all knew at a glance when he up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish

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

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