Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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On the fourth of July,
We set from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away, a cargo of bricks
For the grand Hall in New York

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

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

We had five hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of
We had eight million bales, of old gold tails
In the hold of the Rover

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

his smart, witty talk, he was cock 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

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

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

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

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