Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh, Mary, this a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor
But there' gangs of them digging for gold in the
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 as well be
Where the Mountains of sweep down to the sea.
I believe that when writin' a wish you
As to how the fine ladies in London were
Well, if you believe me, when to a ball
Faith, don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in
Say if they were bound for a or a bath
be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree,
Where the mountains of Mourne down to the sea.

seen England's king from the top of a bus
And I've never known him, but he 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 shore
We'll be better friends than we've been heretofore
When got all we want, we're as quiet as can be
Where the mountains of sweep down to the sea.

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

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