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

Well in the month of June,
From my home I started, Left the of Tuam,
broken hearted, Saluted father dear,
Kissed me mother, Drank 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 ghost and goblin, In a new pair of brogues,
Rattling o'er the bogs, And all the dogs,
On the rocky to Dublin.

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

Now in that night,
I rested 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,
he's on for drinking. To see the lasses smile,
Laughing all the while, At my style,
'Twould set your a bubblin'. Asked me was I was hired,
Wages I required, 'Til I was tired,
Of the road 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.

in Dublin next 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 looked behind; No could I find,
Upon my stick a wobblin'. for the rogue,
Said me brogue, Wasn't 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 was never failin', Landed on the quay
Just as the was sailin'; Captain at me roared,
Said that no had he, Then I jumped aboard,
A cabin for Paddy, Down among the pigs
Played some funny rigs, Danced some jigs,
The water me bubblin', Off to Holyhead,
I meself was dead, Better far instead,
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.

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