Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

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

I've seen England's king the top of a bus
And I've known him, but he means to know us.
And tho' by the we once were oppressed,
I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.
And now he's visited Erin's green shore
be much better friends than we've been heretofore
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 head of the
I met him today, I was the Strand
And he stopped the whole with a wave of his hand
And there we talkin' of days that are gone
the whole population of London looked on
But for all these great powers he's wishful 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 all roses and cream
But O'Loughlin with regard to the same
That if at those you venture to sip
The colours might all come on your lip
So wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
Where the Mountains of sweep down to the sea.