Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the 4th of July,
We set sail from the cove of Cork
We were sailing away a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New

'Twas a craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind her
She stood several blasts, she had seven masts
And called her The Irish Rover

We had one million of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of
We had three sides of old blind horses hides
We had four barrels of bones

We had million hogs and six million dogs
Seven million of porter
We had eight million of old nanny-goats' tails
In the of the Irish Rover

was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the lined up for a set
He was tootin' skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers fluther'd and bet

With his witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the under and over
They all knew at a glance when he up his stance
That he sailed in The Rover

There was Barney McGee the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan County Tyrone
was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man Westmeath called Malone

There was Slugger O'Toole who was as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from
And man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

We had sailed seven when the measles broke out
And the lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a was reduced down to two
Just myself and the old dog

the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right
Turned times around and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of The Irish