Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains Of Mourne

Dear Mary this a wonderful sight
Oh There's here workin' by day and by night
They plant potatoes, nor barley, or wheat
But there's gangs of them for gold in the street
At least I asked them that's what I was told
So I just a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I there I might as well be
Where the Mountains of Mourne down to the sea.

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

Oh There's beautiful ladies, now you mind
Loveliest shapes nature designed
lovely complexions of and cream
But let me remark with to the same
For if those 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 Danny McClearin of
Well he's over here the rest of the force
I saw him while I was walking the strand
And he all the traffic with a wave of his hand
And as we stood of days that had gone
The whole of London stood there to look on
But for all his great power he's like me
To be where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
Where the of mourne sweep down to the sea