Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the fourth of July,
We set sail the sweet cove of Cork
We were away, with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New

T'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged and aft
And oh, how the wild wind 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 million hogs, six million dogs
million barrels of porter
We had million bales, of old nanny gold tails
In the hold of the Rover

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

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

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

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

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

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