Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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 barrels of

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

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

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

There was Barney McGee from the of the Lee
was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was 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 Bill Tracey Dover
And your man Mick McCann, the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

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

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