Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains O'Mourne

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

I believe when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies of London were
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 bound for a ball or a
Don't be them fashions now, Mary McRee,
In the place where the dark sweeps down to the sea

There's beautiful here, oh, never you mind
Beautiful shapes never 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 away on your lip
So I'll wait for the rose that's waitin' for me
In the place the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

You remember young McClaren, of course
But he's over 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 whole town of stood there to look on
But for all his great powers, wishful like me
To be where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea