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 broken hearted, father dear,
Kissed me darlin' mother, Drank a of beer,
My and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn,
And leave where I was born, I cut a blackthorn,
To ghost and goblin, In a brand new pair of brogues,
o'er the bogs, And frightened all the dogs,
On the road to Dublin.

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

Now in Mullingar night,
I rested so weary, Started by daylight,
Next bright and early, Took 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 your heart a bubblin'. 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 among the quality, it was stolen,
In the neat locality; crossed my mind,
When I looked No bundle could I find,
my stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue,
Said me Connacht brogue, Wasn't in vogue,
On 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.

And from I got away,
My was never failin', Landed on the quay
as the ship was sailin'; Captain at me roared,
Said that no room had he, I jumped aboard,
A cabin for Paddy, Down 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 the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack, fol lol de ra.

The of Liverpool,
When we safely landed, Called meself a
I no longer stand it; Blood began to boil,
Temper I was losin', Poor old isle
They began abusin', "Hurrah me soul," I,
My shillelagh fly; Some Galway boys 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 and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack, fol lol de ra.
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