Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains Of Mourne

Dear this London's a wonderful sight
Oh people here workin' by day and by night
don't plant 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 took a hand at diggin' for gold
But for all that I found there I might as be
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep to the sea.

I believe that in writin' a wish you
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 seen them myself and you not in truth
Say if they bound for a ball or a bath
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 never designed
lovely complexions of roses and
But let me with regard to the same
For if those roses you venture to sip
The color would all come on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's for me
In the place where the Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

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