Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

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

I've seen England's from the top of a bus
And I've never him, but he means to know us.
And tho' by the Saxon we were oppressed,
I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.
And now he's visited Erin's green shore
We'll be much better than we've been heretofore
When we've got all we want, we're as as can be
the mountains 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 there we stood talkin' of days are gone
While the whole population of London on
But for all these great powers he's like me
To be back the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

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