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 away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand Hall in New York

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

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

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

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

We had five hogs, six million dogs
million barrels of porter
We had eight million sides of old horses' hides
In the of the Irish Rover

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

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