Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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 they her The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

There was Barney McGee the banks of the Lee
There was from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of
And a man from Westmeath Malone

There was O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy Dover
And man, Mick 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 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 around and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the of The Irish Rover