Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

an elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft
And how the Trade drove her
She had twenty three and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Rover

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

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

We had one million bags of the best rags
We had two million of bone
We had three million bales of old nanny goat
We had four million barrels of

We had five million hogs, six million
Seven million barrels of
We had eight million of old blind horses' hides
In the of the Irish Rover

We had seven years when the measles broke out
And the lost her way in the fog
And the whole of the was reduced down to two
'Twas meself and the old dog

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