Luyện nghe bài hát The Mountains of Mourne

Oh, Mary, this a wonderful sight
With people working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor nor wheat
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 hand at this diggin' for
But for all that I there I might 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 ladies in were dressed
Well, if you believe me, asked to a ball
Faith, they don't wear no top to their at all.
Oh, I've seen myself and you could not in trath
Say if they were bound for a or a bath
Don't be them fashions now, Mary Macree,
Where the mountains of sweep down to the sea.

I've seen 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,
I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.
And now that he's Erin's green shore
We'll be much better than we've 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 here at the of the force
I met him today, I was the Strand
And he the whole street with a wave of his hand
And we stood talkin' of days that are gone
the whole population of London looked on
But for all these great powers he's like me
To be back the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

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