Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road To Dublin

In the month of June, From me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed me mother,
Drank a of beer, Me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a blackthorn, To banish ghosts and goblins,
A brand new 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 Mullingar that night, I rested so weary,
by daylight, Me spirits 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, 'Twould set heart a-bubblin'.
And ax'd if I was hired, I required,
Till I was nearly tired, Of 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.

In Dublin 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,
it was stole, All in the neat locality;
Something crossed me mind - When I behind,
No bundle could I find, me stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, me Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky to Dublin.

One, two, three, five,
the hare 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, that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin for Paddy,
Down among the pigs, some 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,
the hare and turn her
Down the rocky
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

The of Liverpool, When 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," I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Galway boys nigh, An' saw I was a hobblin,
a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We cleared the way, For the rocky 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.

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