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 away with a of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New

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

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

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

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

We had million hogs, six million dogs
Seven barrels of porter
We had eight million of old blind horses' hides
In the hold of the 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 down to two
meself and the captain's old dog

Then the ship a rock, Oh, Lord, what a shock
Oh, how the winds drove 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 Rover
I'm the last of the Irish