Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey in The Jar

I was a-goin' over gilgarra
I met with farrell, and his money he was countin'.
First I drew my pistols and then I my rapier,
Sayin' "stand and deliver, for I am bold deceiver."
Musha ringum da,
fol the daddy-o,
fol the daddy-o,
There's in the jar.
He counted out his money and it made a pretty
I put it in my pocket to take to ' jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would me,
But the devil take the women, for always lie so easy!
ringum duram da
I went into me chamber all for to a slumber,
To dream of and girls, and of course it was no wonder:
Me jenny took me charges and she them up with water,
on captain farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Musha ringum da
Next mornin' early, before I for travel,
Up came a band of footmen and captain farrell.
I goes to draw my pistol, for she'd stole my rapier,
But I couldn't for water, so a prisoner I was taken
ringum duram da
They put me jail with a judge all a-writin':
For colonel farrell on gilgarra mountain.
But they didn't take me fists and I knocked the down
And bid me a to this tight-fisted town.

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

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