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 City in New York

We'd an elegant craft, she was rigged and aft
And how the Trade 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 Hogan County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk, who was stiff of work
And a chap from named Mallone

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

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

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

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

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