Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

In the of our lord eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the coal of cork
We were sailing away a cargo of bricks
For the city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged
And oh, how the winds drove her.
got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Rover.

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

There was awl Coote who played hard on his flute
When the lined up for his set
He was tootin' with for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were and bet
With his witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish

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

We had sailed seven years when the measles out
And the ship lost way in a fog.
And whale of the crew was reduced down to two,
meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a
The bulkhead was right over
Turned nine around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the of the Irish Rover