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 sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City in New York

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then the ship struck a rock, Oh, Lord, a shock
Oh, how the wild winds 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 Irish
I'm the of the Irish Rover