Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet of Cork
We were away, with a cargo of bricks
For the grand Hall in New York

T'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged and aft
And oh, how the wild wind her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven
And they called her the Irish

We had one bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two barrels of stone
We had three sides of old blind horses' hides
We had four million of bone

We had five million hogs, six dogs
million barrels of porter
We had eight bales, of old nanny gold tails
In the hold of the Rover

was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies up for a set
He was tooting with skill, for each quadrille
Though the were fluther'd and bet

With his smart, witty talk, he was cock of the
He rolled the dames and over
They all knew at a glance, when he up his stance
That he sailed on the Irish

There was Barney from the banks of the Lee
There was from County Tyrone
was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work
And your man from the West called Malone

The was O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule
And Bill Tracey from Dover
And man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Rover

We had sailed seven years, the measles broke out
And the lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew, was reduced to two
Just myself and the old dog

And the ship a rock, oh Lord, what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right
Turned nine times around and the old dog was drowned
And that's to the Irish