Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had masts
And they called her the Irish

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

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

There was old Mickey Coote who played on his flute
the ladies lined up for a set
He was tooting skill, for each sparking quadrille
Though the dancers were and bet

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

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

The was slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a
And fighting Bill Tracey from
And your man Mick McCann, from the banks of the
Was the of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years, when the measles 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 a rock, oh Lord, what a shock
The bulkhead was right over
Turned nine times around and the old dog was drowned
And that's to the Irish