Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

There was awl Mickey Coote who hard on his flute
When the lined up for a set
He was with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers fluther'd and bet

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

There was Barney McGee the banks of the Lee
There was from County Tyrone
was Johnny 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 Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick from the banks of the Bann
Was the of the Irish Rover

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

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