Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the 4th of July,
We set sail from the sweet of Cork
We were away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City in New York

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

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

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

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

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

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

We had seven years when the measles broke out
And the lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a was reduced down to two
myself and the Captain's old dog

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