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 sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them that's what I've told
So I ook a hand at this digging for gold
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 were dressed
if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear a top to their at all!
Oh I've seen them myself, and you not in truth,
Say if they were bound for a or a bath
be starting them fashions now, marry machree
Where the mountains of sweep down to the sea

You young 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 of his hand
And there we stood talking of days that are
While the whole population of london on
But for all great powers, he's wishful like me
To be back where dark mourne down to the sea

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