Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road to Dublin

In the merry month of june me home I started
Left the girls of a-really broken-hearted
father dear, kissed me darlin' mother
Drank a pint of beer, me and fears to smother
Then off to the corn, leave where I was born
With a stout to banish ghosts and goblins,
A bran'new pair of brogues, o'er the bogs
And all the dogs on the rocky road to dublin

One two three four five, hunt the hare and him
the rocky road, and all the way to dublin
Whack

In mullingar night I rested limbs so weary
Started by next morning light and airy
a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking
That's the paddy's cure, he's on for drinking
See the smile, laughing all the while
At me style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling
They'd ask me was I hired, the wages I
Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to

One two four five, hunt the hare and turn him
Down the rocky road, and all the way to
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In dublin next arrived, I it such a pity
To be so soon a view of that fine city
So I took a stroll all among the quality
Me bundle it was in a neat locality
crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I upon me stick a-wobblin'
for the rogue, they said me connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky to dublin

One two three four five, the hare and turn him
Down the rocky road, and all the way to
Whack

there I got away me spirits never failing
Landed on the just as the ship was sailing
The captain at me roared, said that no had he
When I aboard, a cabin found for paddy
Down the pigs, I played some bonny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me
When off I wished meself was dead,
Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to

One two three four five, hunt the and turn him
Down the rocky road, and all the way to
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The boys of liverpool, when we landed
meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Me blood began to boil, temper I was
Poor old erin's isle they abusin'
"hurrah me soul!" sez i, I let fly
Galway were nigh and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "hurrah," in the fray
We cleared the way for the rocky road to dublin

One two three four five, hunt the hare and him
Down the road, and all the way to dublin
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