Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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 Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of
We had three million sides of old blind horses'
We had four barrels of bone

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

There was old Mickey Coote who hard on his flute
When the lined up for a set
He was tooting with skill, for sparking quadrille
Though the dancers fluther'd and bet

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

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

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

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
Just and the captain's old dog

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