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 City in New York

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

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

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

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

With his smart, talk, he was cock of the walk
He the dames under and over
all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance
That he on the Irish Rover

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

The was slugger O'Toole, who was as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from
And your man Mick McCann, from the of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

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

And the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a
The bulkhead was turned right
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was
And to the Irish Rover