Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road To Dublin

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

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

In Mullingar night, I rested limbs so weary,
by daylight, Me spirits bright and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, Keep me from sinkin',
the Paddy's cure, Whenever he's on for drinking.
To see the smile, Laughing all the while,
At me curious style, 'Twould set your a-bubblin'.
And ax'd if I was hired, I required,
Till I was tired, Of the rocky 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 arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so deprived, A view of that fine city.
then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
Bundle it was stole, All in the locality;
Something crossed me mind - I looked behind,
No could I find, Upon me stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, me Connacht brogue,
much in vogue, 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.

From there I got away, me spirits never
on the quay, Just as the ship was sailin';
The captain at me roared, Said no room had he,
I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, some funny 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,
the hare and turn her
Down the rocky
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

The boys of Liverpool, we safely landed,
Called meself a fool; I could no longer it;
began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle, They abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," says I, My shillelagh I let
boys were nigh, An' saw I was a hobblin,
With a loud hurray, 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 rocky
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

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