Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

We'd an elegant craft, she was rigged and aft
And how the Trade Winds her
She had twenty three masts and she stood several
And they called her the Rover

There was Barney from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk, who was stiff of work
And a chap from Westmeath Mallone

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

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

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

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

Then the ship a rock, Oh, Lord, what a shock
Oh, how the winds drove 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 last of the Irish