Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the ship struck a rock, Oh, Lord, what a shock
Oh, how the wild winds her
Turned her times around 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 Rover