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

Well in the merry 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 tears to smother, Then off to the corn,
And leave where I was born, I cut a blackthorn,
To banish ghost and goblin, In a new pair of brogues,
o'er 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 rested limbs so weary, by daylight,
Next mornin' bright and early, a drop of the pure,
To keep me from sinkin', Now that's 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, 'Til I was tired,
Of the rocky to Dublin.

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

When in next arrived,
I it such a pity, To be so soon deprived,
The view of that fine city. to take a stroll,
All among the quality, it was stolen,
In the neat locality; Something 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 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.

And there I got away,
My spirit was never failin', Landed on the
Just as the ship was Captain at me roared,
Said that no had he, Then I jumped aboard,
A cabin found for Paddy, among the pigs
some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs,
The water 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,
we safely landed, Called meself a fool;
I could no longer it; Blood began to boil,
Temper I was losin', Poor old isle
began abusin', "Hurrah me soul," says I,
My shillelagh fly; Some boys came by,
saw I was a hobblin', With a loud hurray,
They in the affray?Soon we cleared the way,
For 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.
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