Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh mary this london's a sight
With the here working by day and by night
They don't sow nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them what I've been told
So I ook a hand at this digging for gold
But all that I there I might 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 believe me, asked to a ball
don't 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
Don't be them fashions now, marry machree
Where the mountains of mourne sweep to the sea

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

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