Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains of Mourne

Oh Mary this London's a sight
With people here by day and by night
They sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
But there's gangs of them diggin' for in the street

At least when I asked that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for
But for all that I found there I as well be
In the place where the Mourne sweep down to the sea.

There's girls here, Oh never you mind
Beautiful nature never designed
lovely complexions of roses and
But let me remark with regard to the

if at that those roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come on your lips
So I'll wait for the rose that's waitin' for me
In the where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.

You remember Davey Mc Clarin of course
Well sure, now, round here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as I was the strand
And he stopped the whole street with a of his hand

And as we stood talkin of that are gone
The whole town of London there to look on
But for all his great he's wishful like me
To be back where the Mourne sweep down to the sea

But for all his great powers he's like me
To be back where the dark sweep down to the sea