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

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

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

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

We had one bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million 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 the measles broke out
And the lost her way in the fog
And the of the crew was reduced down to two
meself and the captain's old dog

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