Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

T'was a craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven
And they called her the Rover

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

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

There was old Coote who played hard on his flute
the ladies 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 the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance, when he up his stance
That he sailed on the Rover

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

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

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

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