Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

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

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

We had sailed seven years when the measles out
And the ship her way in the fog
And the whole of the crew was reduced to two
'Twas and the captain's 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 of the Irish Rover
I'm the last of the Irish