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 grief and to smother, Then off to reap the corn,
And leave where I was born, I cut a blackthorn,
To ghost and goblin, In a brand new pair of brogues,
o'er the bogs, And frightened all the dogs,
On the rocky to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and 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,
Next mornin' bright and early, a drop of the pure,
To keep me heart from sinkin', Now that's the cure,
Whene'er he's on for drinking. To see the smile,
all the while, At my curious style,
'Twould set your a bubblin'. Asked me was I was hired,
Wages I required, 'Til I was tired,
Of the rocky to Dublin.

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

When in Dublin arrived,
I thought it a pity, To be so soon deprived,
The view of fine city. Decided to take a stroll,
All the quality, Bundle it was stolen,
In the neat Something crossed my mind,
When I looked No bundle could I find,
Upon my 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 her Down the rocky road,And all the ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

And there I got away,
My was never failin', Landed on the quay
as the ship was sailin'; Captain at me roared,
Said that no had he, Then I jumped aboard,
A found for Paddy, Down among the pigs
Played some rigs, Danced some hearty jigs,
The round 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 turn her Down the rocky And all the ways to Dublin, Whack, fol lol de ra.

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

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