Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of June, me home I started,
the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted dear, Kissed me darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, Me grief and to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To ghosts and goblins,
A new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs,
all the dogs, 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.

In that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Me spirits 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, 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,
Hunt the hare and her
the rocky road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

In Dublin next arrived, I it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of fine city.
Well then I took a stroll, All the quality,
it was stole, All in the neat locality;
Something crossed me mind - I looked behind,
No could I find, Upon me stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, Said me brogue,
Wasn't 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 there I got away, me spirits never
on the quay, Just as the ship was sailin';
The captain at me roared, Said that no had he,
I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down the pigs, played some funny rigs,
Danced some jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, Wished was dead,
Or better far instead, On the 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 could no stand it;
began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle, They abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," says I, My shillelagh I let
Galway boys nigh, An' saw I was a hobblin,
With a hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the 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.

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.