Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains O'Mourne

Oh, Mary, London's a wonderful sight
With here working by day and by night
They don't sow 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 a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I've there, I might as well be
In the place the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

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

beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
Beautiful shapes Nature designed
Lovely complexions of roses and
But let me remark with regard to the
if at those roses you venture to sit
The colors might all come on your lip
So wait for the wild rose that's waitin' 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 stood on the
all the traffic with a wave of his hand
As we were talking of that are gone
The whole town of London there to look on
But for all his great powers, wishful like me
To be back where the dark sweeps down to the sea