Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his
When the lined up for a set
He was tootin' skill for each sparkling quadrille
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 at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish

was Barney McGee from 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 O'Toole who was as a rule
And Fighting Bill from Dover
And your man, MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Rover

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

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