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
They don't plant potatoes, nor barley, or
But gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street
At least when I asked them what I was told
So I just took a hand at this for gold
But for all I found there I might as well be
Where the of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

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

Oh There's beautiful ladies, now you mind
Loveliest nature never designed
complexions of roses and cream
But let me remark with to the same
For if that those roses you to sip
The would all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the rose that's waitin' for me
In the place the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

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