Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of
We sailing away, with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New

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

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

We had five hogs, six million dogs
Seven barrels of porter
We had eight million bales, of old nanny gold
In the of the Irish 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
Though the dancers fluther'd and bet

With his smart, witty talk, he was of the walk
He rolled the under and over
They all knew at a glance, he took up his stance
he sailed on the Irish Rover

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

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

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

And the struck a rock, oh Lord, what a shock
The bulkhead was turned over
Turned times around and the poor old dog was drowned
And that's to the Rover