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

Well in the merry of June,
From my home I started, the girls of Tuam,
Nearly broken hearted, father dear,
Kissed me darlin' mother, a pint of beer,
My grief and tears to smother, Then off to the corn,
And leave I was born, I cut a stout 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 rocky road and all the to Dublin, Whack, fol lol de ra.

Now in that night,
I limbs so weary, Started by daylight,
mornin' bright and early, Took a drop of the pure,
To keep me heart from sinkin', Now that's the cure,
Whene'er on for drinking. To see the lasses 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 that fine city. to take a stroll,
All the quality, Bundle it was stolen,
In the neat Something crossed my mind,
I looked behind; 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 turn her Down the road,And all the ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

And there I got away,
My spirit was never failin', on the quay
Just as the ship was sailin'; at me roared,
that no room had he, Then I jumped aboard,
A found for Paddy, Down among the pigs
Played some funny rigs, some hearty jigs,
The round me bubblin', Off to Holyhead,
I meself was dead, Better far instead,
On 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.

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

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