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 seven masts
And they called her The Rover

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

We had five million and six million dogs
million barrels of porter
We had million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish

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
Though the dancers fluther'd and bet

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

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

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

We had sailed years when the measles broke out
And the ship its way in the fog
And whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just and the Captain's old dog

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