Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains O'Mourne

Oh, Mary, this a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by
don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the
At least when I asked them, that's what I was
So I just took a hand at diggin' for gold
But for all that I've there, I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne down to the sea

I believe that when writin' a you expressed
As to how the ladies of London were dressed
But if believe me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear no tops to dresses at all
Oh, seen them myself and you could not in truth
Tell if they bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, McRee,
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps to the sea

There's beautiful girls here, oh, you mind
Beautiful shapes never designed
Lovely complexions of and cream
But let me with regard to the same
That if at those roses you to sit
The colors might all come away on lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose waitin' for me
In the place where the Mourne sweeps down to the sea

You young Diddy McClaren, of course
But he's over here with the of the force
I saw him one day as he on the strand
all the traffic with a wave of his hand
As we were talking of days are gone
The whole of London stood there to look on
But for all his great powers, he's wishful me
To be back where the Mourne sweeps down to the sea