Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh, Mary, this London's a sight
people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor nor wheat
But gangs of them 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 sweep down to the sea.
I believe that when a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London dressed
Well, if you me, when asked to a ball
Faith, don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've them myself and you could not in trath
Say if they were for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Macree,
the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I've England's king from the top of a bus
And I've known him, but he means to know us.
And by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered the rest.
And now that he's visited green shore
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 of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

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

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