Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

We had million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of
We had eight million bales, of old nanny 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 with skill, for each sparking quadrille
Though the were fluther'd and bet

With his smart, witty talk, he was cock of the
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 from County
was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work
And your man from the West Meath Malone

The was O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from
And man Mick McCann, from the banks 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 of a crew, was reduced down to two
Just and the captain's old dog

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