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 and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave I was born,
Cut a blackthorn, To banish ghosts 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,
the hare and turn her
Down the road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

In Mullingar that night, I limbs so weary,
by daylight, Me spirits bright and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, Keep me heart sinkin',
That's the Paddy's cure, Whenever 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,
I was nearly tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

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

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it a pity,
To be so deprived, A view of that fine city.
Well then I a stroll, All among the quality,
Bundle it was stole, All in the locality;
Something crossed me - When I looked behind,
No bundle could I find, Upon me a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, Said me 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 I got away, me spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay, Just as the ship was
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,
Danced some 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
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',
Poor ould isle, They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," I, My shillelagh I let fly;
boys were nigh, An' saw I was a hobblin,
With a hurray, They 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 road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

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