Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet of Cork
We were sailing away, a cargo of bricks
For the grand City in New York

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

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

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

There was old Mickey Coote who played 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

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

The was O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill from Dover
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 reduced to two
Just myself and the old dog

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