Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the 4th of July,
We set sail from the sweet of Cork
We were sailing with a cargo 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 several blasts, she had twenty seven
And they called her The Rover

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

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

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

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

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

was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann from the banks of the
Was the skipper of the Irish

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

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