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 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 winds her.
She'd got several blasts, twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Rover.

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

was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the lined up for his set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling
Though the dancers fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and
They all knew at a glance when he took up his
And he sailed in the Irish

There was McGee from the banks of the Lee,
was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called
There was O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from
And your man Mick McCann from the of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Rover

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