Luyện nghe bài hát Mountains of Mourne

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

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

There's beautiful girls here, Oh never you
shapes nature never designed
lovely of roses and cream
But let me remark with to the same

That if at that those 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 where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.

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

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

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