Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh, Mary, London's a wonderful sight
With people here by day and by night
They sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat
But there' gangs of digging for gold in the streets
At least when I asked them that's what I was
So I took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I found there I as well be
Where the Mountains of Mourne down to the sea.
I believe that when a wish you expressed
As to how the fine in London were dressed
Well, if you believe me, when asked to a
Faith, they don't no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, seen them myself and you could not in trath
Say if they were bound for a ball or a
Don't be startin' fashions now, Mary Macree,
the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I've seen England's king the top of a bus
And I've never him, but he means to know us.
And tho' by the Saxon we once oppressed,
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered the rest.
And now that visited Erin's green shore
We'll be much better friends than we've been
we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can be
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep to the sea.

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of
Well, now he is at the head of the force
I met him today, I was the Strand
And he stopped the whole street a wave of his hand
And there we stood talkin' of days that are
While the whole population of London on
But for all these great powers he's wishful me
To be where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here, oh, you mind
With shapes nature never designed
And lovely all roses and cream
But O'Loughlin remarked regard to the same
That if at roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose waitin' for me
the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.