Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh mary london's a wonderful sight
With the people working by day and by night
don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them what I've been told
So I just ook a hand at this digging for
But all that I found I might as well be
Where the mountains of mourne down to the sea
I believe that when writing a wish you
As to how the fine ladies in london dressed
Well if you'll believe me, asked to a ball
They wear a top to their dresses at all!
Oh I've seen myself, and you could not in truth,
Say if they were for a ball or a bath
Don't be starting them now, marry machree
Where the mountains of sweep down to the sea

You remember young o'loughlin, of course
Well, now he is here at the of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the
And he stopped the street
With one of his hand
And there we talking of days that are gone
the whole population of london looked on
But for all these great powers, he's like me
To be back where dark mourne down to the sea

There's beautiful girls here - oh you mind!
With shapes nature never designed
And complexions, all roses and 'cream
But remarked with regard to the same:
"that if all those you venture to sip,
The colour all come away on your lip"
So I'll wait for the wild rose waiting for me
Where the mountains of mourne sweep to the sea