Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

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

With his witty talk, he was cock 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 County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared of work
And a man from Westmeath called

was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy 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 lost its way in the fog
And that of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the old dog

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