Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains O'Mourne

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

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

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you
Beautiful shapes never designed
Lovely complexions of roses and
But let me with regard to the same
if at those roses you venture 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 the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

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