Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

We had five hogs and six million dogs
Seven barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old tails
In the of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote who hard on his flute
the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were and bet

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

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

There was Slugger who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Treacy from Dover
And your man, MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Rover

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

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