Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

an elegant craft, she was rigged 'fore and aft
And how the Trade Winds her
She had three masts and she stood several blasts
And they called her the Rover

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

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

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

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

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

Then the ship struck a rock, Oh, Lord, a shock
Oh, how the wild drove her
Turned her nine times around and the 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