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 City in New York

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

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

We had five million hogs, six dogs
Seven million barrels of
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
the ladies lined up for a set
He was with skill, for each sparking quadrille
Though the dancers fluther'd and bet

With his smart, talk, he was cock of the walk
He rolled the under and over
They all knew at a glance, 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 Johnny McGurk, who was stiff of work
And your man from the Meath called Malone

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

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

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