Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

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

I've England's king from the top of a bus
And I've known him, but he means to know us.
And by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
Still I cheered, God me, I cheered with the rest.
And now that he's Erin's green shore
We'll be much better friends 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 remember young O'Loughlin, of course
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 wave of his
And there we stood talkin' of days that are
the whole population of London looked on
But for all these great powers he's wishful me
To be back where the dark sweeps down to the sea.

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