Luyện nghe bài hát Rocky Road to Dublin

In the month of june, from me home I started
left the girls of Tuam, so sad and broken
saluted father dear, me darlin' mother
a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
then off to reap the corn, where I was born,
cut a stout black thorn to ghost an goblins,
bought a pair of brogues, over the bugs,
frightened all the dogs, on the rocky to Dublin,

one two three four
the hare and turn it down
the rocky and all the way
to

Well in Mullingar that night, I limbs so weary,
by daylight, me spirits bright and cheery,
took a o' the pure that keeps me heart from sinkin',
that's the cure whenever he's on for drinking.
see the smile, laughing all the while
at me curious style, (it) set your heart a-bubbling,
asked if I was hired, I required 'til I was almost tired
of the road to Dublin

one two three four
hunt the hare and it down
the rocky and all the way
to

Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought be a pity
to be so soon deprived a view of fine city,
so then I took a stroll among the quality,
me it was stolen in a neat locality,
crossed me mind, then I looked behind,
no bundle could I find me stick a-wobblin',
inquiring for the rogue, said me brogue wasn't much in vogue
on the road to Dublin

one two three four
hunt the hare and turn it
the rocky and all the way
to

Well from I got away, me spirits never failin',
landed on the just as the ship was sailin',
captain at me roared, that no room had he,
then I jumped aboard, a found for Paddy,
down among the pigs, played hearty rigs,
danced some hearty jigs, the water be bubblin',
when off head wished meself was dead or better far instead
on the rocky road to

one two three four
hunt the and turn it down
the rocky and all the way
to

The boys of Liverpool, when me landed,
called meself a fool, I could no longer it,
began to boil, temper I was losin',
poor ould Erin's Isle, they abusin',
Hoorah me says I, shaleighly I let fly,
Galway were by and saw I was a-hobblin',
with a loud hooray, in the effray,
we cleared the way for
the rocky to Dublin

one two three five
hunt the hare and turn it
the rocky and all the way
to