Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry of June, From me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly hearted,
Saluted dear, Kissed me darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, Me grief and to smother,
off to reap the corn, leave where 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 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 that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Me bright and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, me heart from sinkin',
That's the Paddy's cure, he's on for drinking.
To see the lassies smile, 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,
the hare and turn her
Down the road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

In next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of fine city.
Well then I 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, Upon me a wobblin'.
for the rogue, Said me Connacht brogue,
Wasn't in vogue, 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.

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

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

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