Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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