Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains Of Mourne

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

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

Oh beautiful ladies, now never you mind
Loveliest nature never designed
lovely of roses and cream
But let me remark with to the same
For if that those 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 of course
Well he's here with the rest of the force
I saw him today while I was the strand
And he stopped all the traffic 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 power he's like me
To be back where the dark Mourne down to the sea
Where the mountains of mourne down to the sea