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, Saluted dear,
Kissed me mother, Drank a pint of beer,
My grief and tears to smother, off to reap the corn,
And leave where I was born, I cut a blackthorn,
To banish ghost and goblin, In a brand new of brogues,
Rattling o'er the bogs, And all the dogs,
On 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.

Now in that night,
I rested so weary, Started by daylight,
Next mornin' 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,
all the while, At my curious style,
'Twould set your heart a bubblin'. me was I was hired,
I required, 'Til I was almost tired,
Of the rocky 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.

When in next arrived,
I thought it 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 looked behind; No bundle I find,
Upon my stick a wobblin'. for the rogue,
Said me Connacht brogue, much in vogue,
On the rocky 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.

And from I got away,
My was never failin', Landed on the quay
Just as the ship was sailin'; at me roared,
Said that no room had he, Then I aboard,
A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the
Played funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs,
The water me bubblin', Off to Holyhead,
I wished was dead, Better 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, Called meself a
I could no stand it; Blood began to boil,
Temper I was losin', Poor old isle
They began abusin', "Hurrah me soul," I,
My fly; Some 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 the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack, fol lol de ra.
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