Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road To Dublin

In the month of June, From me home I started,
the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted dear, Kissed me darlin' mother,
a pint of beer, Me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave I was born,
Cut a blackthorn, To banish ghosts 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
the rocky road
All the way to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lul-lee-ra.

In Mullingar night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Me bright and airy,
a drop of the pure, Keep me heart from sinkin',
That's the cure, Whenever he's on for drinking.
To see the smile, Laughing all the while,
At me style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
And if I was hired, Wages 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 it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that 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 I find, Upon me stick a wobblin'.
for the rogue, Said me Connacht brogue,
Wasn't in vogue, On 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.

From there I got away, me spirits never
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,
some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, meself was dead,
Or far instead, 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.

The boys of Liverpool, we safely landed,
Called meself a fool; I no longer stand it;
began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould isle, They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," says I, My shillelagh I let
Galway were nigh, An' saw I was a hobblin,
With a hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For 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.

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.