Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Asphalt

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

'Tis twelve months come since I left me native home
After helping them Killarney boys to bring the down
But now I wear the gansey and around me waist a
I'm the gaffer of the squad that the hot asphalt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With rubbing and with scrubbing, sure I me death of cold
For scientific purposes, me it was sold
In the Kelvin grove museum, me boys, I'm 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 I never felt
Any surface was equal to the hot asphalt