Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains of Mourne

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

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

There's beautiful girls here, Oh you mind
Beautiful shapes nature designed
lovely of roses and cream
But let me remark with to the same

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

You remember Davey Mc Clarin of course
Well sure, now, he's here 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 talkin of that are gone
The whole town of London stood there to on
But for all his great powers he's wishful me
To be back where the dark Mourne down to the sea

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