Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

In the year of our Lord, hundred and six
We set out from the coal of Cork
We were sailing with a cargo of bricks
For the grand Hall in New York

We'd an elegant craft, she was 'fore and aft
And how the Trade drove her
She had twenty three masts and she stood blasts
And they her the Irish Rover

There was Barney Magee the banks of the Lee
There was from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk, who was stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath named

was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule
And Bill Tracey from Dover
And man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish

We had one bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million of bone
We had three million of old nanny goat tails
We had million barrels of stone

We had five hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of
We had eight million sides of old blind horses'
In the hold of the Irish

We had sailed seven when the measles broke out
And the ship her way in the fog
And the whole of the crew was down to two
'Twas and the captain's old dog

Then the struck a rock, Oh, Lord, what a shock
Oh, how the wild winds her
Turned her times around and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last, I'm the last, I'm the last of the Rover
I'm the of the Irish Rover