Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains O'Mourne

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

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

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

You remember young Diddy McClaren, of
But he's over here with the rest of the
I saw him one day as he on the strand
Stopped all the traffic with a of his hand
As we were of days that are gone
The whole town of London there to look on
But for all his great powers, he's like me
To be where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea