Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

We had one million bags of the best Sligo
We had two million of stone
We had three sides of old blind horses' hides
We had four million of bone

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

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

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

There was Barney 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 Tracey from
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 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 right over
Turned nine times around and the old dog was drowned
And that's to the Rover