Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh mary london's a wonderful sight
With the people working by day and by night
They sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them that's what I've been
So I just ook a hand at this for gold
But all that I found I might as well be
Where the of mourne sweep down to the sea
I believe that when writing a you expressed
As to how the ladies in london were dressed
Well if you'll believe me, when to a ball
don't wear a top to their dresses 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 them fashions now, machree
Where the mountains of sweep down to the sea

You remember young 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 that are gone
While the whole of london looked on
But for all these great powers, wishful like me
To be back where mourne sweeps down to the sea

There's girls here - oh never you mind!
With beautiful shapes nature designed
And lovely complexions, all roses and
But o'loughlin remarked regard to the same:
"that if all those 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 mountains of mourne down to the sea