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

Well in the month of June,
From my I started, Left the girls of Tuam,
Nearly broken hearted, Saluted dear,
Kissed me darlin' mother, Drank a of beer,
My grief and to smother, Then off to reap the corn,
And leave where I was born, I cut a blackthorn,
To banish and goblin, In a brand new pair of brogues,
Rattling the bogs, And frightened all the dogs,
On 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.

Now in that night,
I limbs so weary, Started by daylight,
Next mornin' 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, 'Til I was tired,
Of the rocky 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.

When in next arrived,
I thought it such a pity, To be so deprived,
The view of that city. Decided to take a stroll,
All among the quality, it was stolen,
In the neat locality; Something my mind,
When I looked No bundle could I find,
my stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue,
Said me Connacht brogue, much in vogue,
On the road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road,And all the to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

And there I got away,
My spirit was never failin', Landed on the
Just as the was sailin'; Captain at me roared,
Said that no had he, Then I jumped aboard,
A cabin found for Paddy, among the pigs
Played some funny rigs, Danced hearty jigs,
The round me bubblin', Off to Holyhead,
I meself was dead, Better far instead,
On the rocky 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 a fool;
I could no longer stand it; began to boil,
I was losin', Poor old Erin's isle
They abusin', "Hurrah me soul," says I,
My shillelagh fly; Some boys came by,
saw I was a hobblin', With a loud 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 rocky And all the ways to Dublin, Whack, fol lol de ra.
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