Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

In the of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six
We set out from the coal quay of
We were sailing away 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 three and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Irish

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

There was Slugger O'Toole, who was as a rule
And fighting Bill 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 best rags
We had two barrels of bone
We had million bales of old nanny goat tails
We had million barrels of stone

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

We had sailed seven years when the broke out
And the ship 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 struck a rock, Oh, Lord, what a
Oh, how the wild winds her
Turned her nine times around and the dog was drowned
I'm the last, I'm the last, I'm the last of the Irish
I'm the last of the Rover