Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

We'd an elegant craft, she was 'fore and aft
And how the Winds drove her
She had twenty three masts and she stood blasts
And they her the Irish Rover

was Barney Magee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County
was Johnny 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 Bill Tracey from
And man, Mick McCann, from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper on the Irish

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

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

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

Then the ship a rock, Oh, Lord, what a shock
Oh, how the wild winds her
Turned her nine 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 last of the Irish