Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

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

You remember young peter o'loughlin, of
Well, now he is at the head of the force
I met him today, I was the strand
And he stopped the street
With one of his hand
And there we stood talking of that are gone
While the whole population of london on
But for all great powers, he's wishful like me
To be back where dark mourne sweeps to the sea

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