Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh, Mary, this a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by
don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat
But gangs of them digging for gold in the streets
At least when I asked them what I was told
So I just took a hand at diggin' for gold
But for all that I found there I might as be
Where the Mountains of Mourne down to the sea.
I believe that when a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were
Well, if you believe me, when asked to a
Faith, they don't wear no top to dresses at all.
Oh, I've them myself and you could not in trath
Say if they were bound for a or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, 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 known him, but he to know us.
And tho' by the we once were oppressed,
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I with the rest.
And now that he's visited Erin's green
We'll be much better than we've been heretofore
When got all we want, we're as quiet as can be
Where the mountains of Mourne down to the sea.

You young Peter 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 population of London looked 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, never you
With beautiful shapes never designed
And lovely all roses and cream
But O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the
That if at roses you venture to sip
The might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the rose that's waitin' for me
the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.