Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

In the year of our eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the coal of cork
We were sailing away with a of bricks
For the grand hall in New York
'Twas a craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the winds drove her.
She'd got blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the 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 million barrels of bones.
We had million hogs, we had six million dogs,
million barrels of porter.
We had eight million bails of old goats' tails,
In the hold of the Rover.

was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies up for his set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling
Though the dancers were and bet
With his witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and
They all knew at a 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 County
There was McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from called Malone
There was O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Tracey from Dover
And your man McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

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