Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains O'Mourne

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful
people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes nor nor wheat
But gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street
At least when I asked them, 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 dark sweeps down to the sea

I that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the ladies 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 them myself and you could not in truth
Tell if they were bound for a or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, McRee,
In the place where the Mourne sweeps down to the sea

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

You remember young McClaren, of course
But over here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the
Stopped all the with a wave of his hand
As we were talking of days that are
The town of London stood there to look on
But for all his great powers, wishful like me
To be back where the Mourne sweeps down to the sea