Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains of Mourne

Oh Mary this London's a sight
With people here by day and by night
don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
But there's gangs of diggin' for gold in the street

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

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

That if at that those you venture to sip
The might all come away on your lips
So wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
In the place where the Mourne sweep down to the sea.

You young Davey Mc Clarin of course
Well sure, now, he's round with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as I was crossin the
And he stopped the street with a wave of his hand

And as we stood of days that are gone
The whole town of London stood there to on
But for all his great powers wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne down to the sea

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