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

Well in the merry of June,
From my home I started, Left the of Tuam,
Nearly hearted, Saluted father dear,
Kissed me mother, Drank a pint of beer,
My grief and to smother, Then off to reap the corn,
And leave I was born, I cut a stout blackthorn,
To banish ghost and goblin, In a new pair of brogues,
o'er the bogs, And frightened all the dogs,
On the rocky 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 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 the Paddy's cure,
Whene'er on for drinking. To see the lasses smile,
all the while, At my curious style,
'Twould set heart a bubblin'. Asked me was I was hired,
Wages I required, I was almost tired,
Of the rocky to Dublin.

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

When in Dublin arrived,
I thought it such a pity, To be so deprived,
The view of that fine city. Decided to a stroll,
All the quality, Bundle it was stolen,
In the locality; Something crossed my mind,
When I looked behind; No bundle I find,
Upon my stick a wobblin'. for the rogue,
me Connacht brogue, Wasn't much in vogue,
On the rocky to Dublin.

One, two, three, five, Hunt the hare and turn 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 no room had he, Then I jumped aboard,
A found for Paddy, Down among the pigs
Played some rigs, Danced some hearty jigs,
The water me bubblin', Off to Holyhead,
I wished 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 could no stand it; Blood began to boil,
Temper I was losin', Poor old isle
They abusin', "Hurrah me soul," says I,
My shillelagh Some Galway boys came by,
They saw I was a hobblin', With a hurray,
They joined in the affray?Soon we the way,
For 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.
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