Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

Good evening, all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you
If you'll all around me, now, the story I will tell
For got a situation and begorrah and begob
I can all the weekly wage of nineteen bob

'Tis twelve come October since I left me native home
After helping them Killarney boys to bring the harvest
But now I the gansey and around me waist a belt
I'm the of the squad that makes the hot asphalt

Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the
And if it last forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and the world and sure I never felt
Any surface was equal to the hot asphalt

The other night a copper comes and he says to me,
Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your fire?
And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, late
And I, me decent man, you'd better go and find your bait

He ups and yells, I'm down on you, I'm up to all yer
Don't I know you for a traitor the Tipperary ranks?
Boys, I hit straight the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That I him into the boiler full of hot asphalt

Well, we it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and the world and sure I never felt
Any surface that was to the hot asphalt

We dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub
And with and warm water we began to rub and scrub
But the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stone
And with other rub, sure you could hear the copper groan

I'm thinking, O'Reilly, that he's lookin' like old Nick
And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him me pick
Now, says I, it would be easier to him till he melts
And to stir him and easy in the hot asphalt

Well, we laid it in a hollows and we it in the flat
And if it doesn't forever, sure I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the and sure I never felt
Any surface was equal to the hot asphalt

You may talk about yer sailor lads, ballad singers and the
shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies best
The only ones who know the way flinty hearts to melt
Are the around the boiler making hot asphalt

With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I caught me of cold
For purposes, me body it was sold
In the Kelvin museum, me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt
As a monument to the Irish, making hot

Well, we laid it in a hollows and we it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever, I swear, I'll eat me hat
Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I felt
Any surface that was to the hot asphalt