Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

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

We had million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of
We had million sides of old blind horses' hides
In the hold of the Irish

We had sailed seven when the measles broke out
And the lost her way in the fog
And the whole of the crew was down to two
meself and the captain's old dog

Then the ship struck a rock, Oh, Lord, what a
Oh, how the winds drove her
Turned her nine times 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