Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh mary this london's a wonderful
With the here working by day and by night
don't sow potatoes nor barley 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 I found there I might as well be
Where the mountains of mourne sweep to the sea
I believe when writing a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in london 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 for a ball or a bath
Don't be starting fashions now, marry machree
the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea

You remember peter 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
With one of his hand
And we stood talking of days that are gone
While the whole population of looked on
But for all these great powers, he's wishful me
To be back where dark mourne sweeps to the sea

There's beautiful 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 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 mountains of mourne down to the sea