Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

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

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

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

There's beautiful girls here, oh, you mind
With beautiful shapes nature designed
And complexions all roses and cream
But O'Loughlin remarked with 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 that's for me
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep to the sea.