Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road To Dublin

In the merry month of June, From me I started,
Left the of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
father dear, Kissed me darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, Me and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish and goblins,
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' the bogs,
all the dogs, 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.

In Mullingar that night, I limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Me bright and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, Keep me from sinkin',
That's the Paddy's cure, he's on for drinking.
To see the smile, Laughing 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.
then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
Bundle it was stole, All in the neat
Something me mind - When I looked behind,
No bundle I find, Upon 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 failin'
on the quay, Just as the ship was sailin';
The at me roared, Said that no room 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, meself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky to Dublin.

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

The boys of Liverpool, we safely landed,
Called meself a fool; I could no stand it;
began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle, began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Galway boys nigh, An' saw I was a hobblin,
With a loud hurray, 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 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.