Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of June, From me I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly hearted,
Saluted father dear, me darlin' mother,
a pint of beer, Me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish and goblins,
A new pair 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,
by daylight, Me spirits bright and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, Keep me from sinkin',
That's the Paddy's cure, Whenever on for drinking.
To see the lassies smile, all the while,
At me style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
And if I was hired, Wages I required,
Till I was nearly tired, Of 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 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 neat
Something crossed me mind - I looked behind,
No bundle could I find, me stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, Said me 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 spirits never
Landed on the quay, Just as the ship was
The captain at me roared, that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, played funny rigs,
Danced some jigs, The water round me bubblin',
off Holyhead, Wished meself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky to Dublin.

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

The boys of Liverpool, When we landed,
Called a fool; I could 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 boys nigh, An' saw I was a hobblin,
a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For 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.

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.