Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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