Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains Of Mourne

Dear Mary this London's a wonderful
Oh There's people here by day and by night
don't plant potatoes, nor barley, or wheat
But there's gangs of diggin' for gold in the street
At least I asked them that's what I was told
So I just took a at this diggin' for gold
But for all I found there I might as well be
the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I believe that in writin' a you expressed
As to how the fine in London are dressed
Well if you'll believe me, when asked to a
Oh They don't wear no tops to dresses at all
Oh I've seen them and you could not in truth
Say if were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't go startin' fashions, now Mary McCree
Where the of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

Oh There's beautiful ladies, now you mind
Loveliest shapes nature designed
complexions of roses and cream
But let me remark regard to the same
For if that roses you venture to sip
The color would all away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's for me
In the place where the dark sweeps down to the sea.

You remember young McClearin of course
Well he's over here the rest of the force
I saw him today while I was walking the
And he stopped all the traffic a wave of his hand
And as we stood talking of days had gone
The whole town of London stood there to on
But for all his great power he's wishful me
To be back the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
Where the mountains of sweep down to the sea