Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the 4th of July,
We set sail the sweet cove of Cork
We were away with a cargo of bricks
For the City Hall in New York

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was Slugger who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the
Was the of the Irish Rover

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
Just and the Captain's old dog

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