Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill from Dover
And your man, MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Rover

We had sailed seven years when the 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, a shock
The was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the old dog was drowned
I'm the of The Irish Rover