Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the fourth of July,
We set sail from the cove of Cork
We were sailing away, with a 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 masts
And they called her the Irish

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

We had five million hogs, six million
Seven million of porter
We had eight million bales, of old nanny tails
In the hold of the Rover

There was old Coote who played hard 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 rolled the dames under and
They all knew at a glance, he took 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 McGurk, who was scared stiff of work
And your man from the Meath called Malone

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

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

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