Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh mary london's a wonderful sight
With the here working by day and by night
don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of that's what I've been told
So I just ook a hand at this for gold
But all that I found there I 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 london dressed
Well if believe me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear a top to their at all!
Oh I've seen myself, and you could not in truth,
Say if they were bound for a or a bath
Don't be starting them fashions now, machree
Where the mountains of mourne sweep 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 crossing the
And he stopped the street
With one of his hand
And there we stood talking of days 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 down to the sea

There's girls here - oh never you mind!
With shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions, all roses and
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 waiting for me
Where the mountains of sweep down to the sea