Luyện nghe bài hát The Rocky Road To Dublin/Kid On The Mountain

Well in the month of June,
my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam,
Nearly hearted, Saluted father dear,
Kissed me darlin' mother, a pint of beer,
My and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn,
And leave where I was born, I cut a blackthorn,
To banish and goblin, In a brand new pair of brogues,
Rattling the bogs, And frightened all the dogs,
On the road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five, the hare and turn her down
The road and all the ways to Dublin, Whack, fol lol de ra.

Now in Mullingar night,
I limbs so weary, Started by daylight,
mornin' bright and early, Took a drop of the pure,
To me heart from sinkin', Now that's the Paddy's cure,
Whene'er he's on for drinking. To see the smile,
Laughing all the while, At my style,
'Twould set your a bubblin'. Asked me was I was hired,
I required, 'Til I was almost tired,
Of the road to Dublin.

One, two, three, five, Hunt the hare and turn her down
The rocky road and all the to Dublin, Whack, fol lol de ra.

When in Dublin arrived,
I it such a pity, To be so soon deprived,
The view of that city. Decided to take a stroll,
All the quality, Bundle it was stolen,
In the neat locality; crossed my mind,
When I behind; No bundle could I find,
my stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue,
Said me Connacht brogue, much in vogue,
On the road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road,And all the to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

And from I got away,
My spirit was failin', Landed on the quay
Just as the was sailin'; Captain at me roared,
that no room had he, Then I jumped aboard,
A found for Paddy, Down among the pigs
some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs,
The water me bubblin', Off to Holyhead,
I wished meself was dead, far instead,
On the road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack, fol lol de ra.

The of Liverpool,
When we landed, Called meself a fool;
I could no longer stand it; began to boil,
Temper I was losin', old Erin's isle
They began abusin', "Hurrah me soul," I,
My shillelagh fly; Some boys came by,
saw I was a hobblin', With a loud hurray,
They in the affray?Soon we cleared the way,
For the rocky to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack, fol lol de ra.
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