Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh mary london's a wonderful sight
the people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes nor nor wheat
But gangs of them that's what I've been told
So I just ook a hand at digging for gold
But all that I found there I as well be
Where the of mourne sweep down to the sea
I believe when writing a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in london dressed
Well if you'll believe me, asked to a ball
don't wear a top to their dresses at all!
Oh I've seen myself, and you could not in truth,
Say if were bound 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 peter o'loughlin, of
Well, now he is here at the of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the
And he the whole street
With one wave of his
And there we stood talking of that are gone
While the whole population of looked on
But for all these great powers, he's like me
To be where dark mourne sweeps down to the sea

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