Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful
With people here working by day and by
They don't sow potatoes, nor nor wheat
But there' gangs of them digging for gold in the
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 Mourne down to the sea.
I believe that when writin' a wish you
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, I've seen them myself and you not in trath
Say if were bound for a ball or a bath
be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree,
Where the of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I've seen England's king the top of a bus
And I've never him, but he means to know us.
And tho' by the Saxon we once oppressed,
I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.
And now that visited Erin's green shore
We'll be much better friends than been heretofore
When we've got all we want, we're as as can be
Where the mountains of sweep down to the sea.

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

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