Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the of July, 1806
We set sail from the cove of Cork
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 wild wind her
She several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they her the Irish Rover

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

We had five hogs, six million dogs
Seven 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 hard on his
When the lined up for a set
He was tooting skill, for each 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

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

The was slugger O'Toole, who was as a rule
And Bill Tracey 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 measles 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, a shock
The was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was
And to the Irish Rover