Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains Of Mourne

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

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

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

You remember young McClearin of course
Well he's over here 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 stood talking of days had gone
The whole town of London stood to look on
But for all his great power he's wishful me
To be back where the dark sweeps down to the sea
the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea