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 cargo of
For the City Hall in New York

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

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

We had five million hogs, six million
million barrels of porter
We had eight million bales, of old nanny tails
In the of the Irish Rover

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

With his smart, witty talk, he was cock of the
He rolled the under and over
They all knew at a glance, he took up his stance
That he 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 O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from
And man Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Rover

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

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