Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains Of Mourne

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

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

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

You young Danny McClearin of course
Well he's over with the rest of the force
I saw him today while I was walking the
And he stopped all the with a wave of his hand
And as we stood of days that had gone
The whole town of 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 mountains of mourne down to the sea