Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his
the ladies 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 cock of the
And he rolled the dames and over
They all knew at a glance when he up his stance
he sailed in The Irish Rover

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

There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a
And Bill Treacy 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 measles out
And the ship its way in the fog
And whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the old dog

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