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 potatoes, nor barley, or wheat
But gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street
At least when I asked them that's what I was
So I just a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all I found there I might as well be
Where the Mountains of sweep down to the sea.

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

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

You remember young McClearin of course
Well he's over here with the of the force
I saw him today while I was walking the
And he all the traffic with 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 like me
To be back where the dark Mourne down to the sea
Where the of mourne sweep down to the sea