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 that's what I've been told
So I just ook a hand at digging for gold
But all I found there I might as well be
Where the mountains of sweep down to the sea
I believe that when writing a wish you
As to how the fine ladies in were dressed
Well if you'll believe me, asked to a ball
They wear a top to their dresses at all!
Oh I've them myself, and you could not in truth,
Say if they were bound for a or a bath
be starting them fashions now, marry machree
Where the of mourne sweep down to the sea

You remember peter o'loughlin, of course
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 wave of his
And there we stood talking of that are gone
While the whole population of looked on
But for all these great powers, wishful like me
To be back where dark mourne down to the sea

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