Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

'Twas a wonderful craft, she was 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 Sligo rags
We had two million of stone
We had million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four barrels of bones

We had five hogs and six million dogs
Seven million 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 tootin' skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers fluther'd and bet

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

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

There was O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann from the of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

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

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