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, Kissed me mother,
Drank a of beer, Me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To ghosts 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,
the hare and turn her
Down the rocky
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 of the pure, Keep me heart from sinkin',
That's the cure, Whenever he's on for drinking.
To see the lassies smile, all the while,
At me curious style, set your heart 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 Dublin arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A of that fine city.
Well then I a stroll, All among the quality,
Bundle it was stole, All in the locality;
Something me mind - When I looked behind,
No bundle could I find, Upon me a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, Said me brogue,
much in vogue, 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.

From I got away, me spirits never failin'
on the quay, Just as the ship was sailin';
The captain at me roared, Said no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, played some rigs,
Danced 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 hare and her
Down the 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',
Poor Erin's isle, They began 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 cleared the way, For 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.

the hare 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.