Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road To Dublin

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

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

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

In Dublin arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of fine city.
then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
Bundle it was stole, All in the neat
Something me mind - When I looked behind,
No bundle could I find, me stick 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
Down the road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

From there I got away, me never failin'
Landed on the quay, as the ship was sailin';
The captain at me roared, Said no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, some funny rigs,
some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, meself was dead,
Or better far instead, 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.

The of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
meself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle, They abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," says I, My shillelagh I let
Galway were nigh, An' saw I was a hobblin,
With a loud hurray, They in the affray.
We quickly the way, For 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.

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