Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild drove her
She stood blasts, she had twenty seven masts
And they called her The Rover

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

We had million hogs and six million dogs
Seven barrels of porter
We had million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Rover

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

With his smart witty talk, he was of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and
They all at a glance when he took up his stance
he sailed in The Irish Rover

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

There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a
And Fighting Treacy from Dover
And your man, MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

We had sailed seven years when the broke out
And the lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was down to two
myself and the Captain's old dog

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