Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh this london's a wonderful sight
With the people here working by day and by
They don't sow potatoes nor nor wheat
But gangs of them that's what I've been told
So I just ook a hand at this for gold
But all I found there I might as well be
Where the of mourne sweep down to the sea
I believe that when a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in were dressed
Well if you'll believe me, when 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 fashions now, marry machree
Where the mountains of mourne sweep 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 crossing the
And he stopped the whole
one wave of his hand
And we stood talking of days that are gone
While the whole population of london on
But for all these powers, he's wishful like me
To be back where dark mourne sweeps to the sea

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