Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains O'Mourne

Oh, Mary, London's a wonderful sight
With people 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 them, that's what I was told
So I just a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I've found there, I might as be
In the place where the dark sweeps down to the sea

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

There's girls here, oh, never you mind
shapes Nature never designed
Lovely complexions of and cream
But let me remark with to the same
if at those roses you venture to sit
The colors might all come away on lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose 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 on the strand
Stopped all the traffic a wave of his hand
As we were of days that are gone
The whole of London stood there to look on
But for all his great powers, he's like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps to the sea