Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet of Cork
We sailing 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 wild wind her
She stood several blasts, she had masts
And they called her the Rover

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

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

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

his smart, witty talk, he was cock of the walk
He rolled the dames under and
They all at a glance, when he took up his stance
That he sailed on the Rover

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

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

We had sailed seven years, when the broke out
And the lost its way in the fog
And that of a crew, was reduced down to two
myself and the captain's old dog

And the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, a shock
The was turned right over
Turned nine times and the poor old dog was drowned
And to the Irish Rover