Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey in The Jar

I was a-goin' over gilgarra
I met with captain farrell, and his he was countin'.
First I my pistols and then I drew my rapier,
Sayin' "stand and deliver, for I am bold deceiver."
Musha duram da,
fol the daddy-o,
fol the daddy-o,
There's in the jar.
He counted out his money and it a pretty penny;
I put it in my to take home to ' jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would me,
But the devil the women, for they always lie so easy!
Musha duram da
I went into me chamber all for to a slumber,
To dream of gold and girls, and of course it was no
Me jenny took me charges and she filled them up water,
Called on farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Musha duram da
Next early, before I rose for travel,
Up came a band of footmen and captain farrell.
I to draw my pistol, for she'd stole away my rapier,
But I shoot for water, so a prisoner I was taken
ringum duram da
They put me into jail with a judge all
For colonel farrell on gilgarra mountain.
But they take me fists and I knocked the jailer down
And bid me a to this tight-fisted town.

Musha ringum da
I'd to find me brother, the one who's in the army;
I don't know he's stationed, be it cork or in killarney.
we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of kilkenny,
And I swear he'd treat me fairer than my sportin' jenny!

Musha duram da
There's some that delight in the carriages and rollin',
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin',
But I delight in the juice of the barley,
pretty maids in the mornin', o so early!
Musha duram da