Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road To Dublin

In the month of June, From me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed me mother,
Drank a pint of beer, Me and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish and goblins,
A brand new of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs,
Frightenin' all the dogs, On the rocky to Dublin.

One, two, three, five,
Hunt the and turn her
the rocky road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

In Mullingar that night, I rested so weary,
by daylight, Me spirits bright and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, Keep me heart sinkin',
That's the Paddy's cure, Whenever on for drinking.
To see the smile, Laughing all the while,
At me curious style, set your heart a-bubblin'.
And ax'd if I was hired, I required,
Till I was nearly tired, Of the road to Dublin.

One, two, three, five,
Hunt the and turn her
Down the road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that city.
Well then I took a stroll, All the quality,
Bundle it was stole, All in the neat
crossed me mind - When I looked behind,
No bundle could I find, Upon me a wobblin'.
for the rogue, Said me Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky to Dublin.

One, two, three, five,
Hunt the and turn her
the rocky road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

From there I got away, me spirits never
Landed on the quay, Just as the ship was
The captain at me roared, Said that no had he,
I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, played some rigs,
some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, Wished was dead,
Or far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, five,
Hunt the and turn her
the rocky road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

The boys of Liverpool, we safely landed,
Called meself a I could no longer stand it;
Blood to boil, Temper I was losin',
ould Erin's isle, They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," says I, My I let fly;
Galway boys nigh, An' saw I was a hobblin,
With a hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, five,
the hare and turn her
Down the road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

Hunt the and turn her
Down the rocky
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.