Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains Of Mourne

Dear this London's a wonderful sight
Oh There's people 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 least when I asked them that's what I was
So I just took a at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I found there I might as be
Where the of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

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

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

You young Danny McClearin of course
Well over here with 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 he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne down to the sea
the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea