Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Rover

In the year of our lord eighteen and six
We set sail the coal quay of cork
We were sailing away with a of bricks
For the grand city hall in New
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged
And oh, how the wild drove her.
got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Rover.

We had one million bales of the best Sligo
We had two million of stones
We had million sides of old blind horses hides,
We had million barrels of bones.
We had million hogs, we had six million dogs,
Seven barrels of porter.
We had eight million bails of old goats' tails,
In the of the Irish Rover.

There was awl Mickey Coote who played on his flute
the ladies lined up for his set
He was tootin' with skill for sparkling quadrille
Though the were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and
They all knew at a glance when he took up his
And he in the Irish Rover

There was McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred of work
And a man from Westmeath called
was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the
Was the skipper of the Rover

We had sailed seven years when the broke out
And the lost it's way in a fog.
And that of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself and the old dog.
the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned over
Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was
I'm the last of the Rover