Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains Of Mourne

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

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

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

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