Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the of July, 1806
We set from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away, with a of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New

T'was a wonderful craft, she was fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind her
She several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Rover

We had one million bags of the best rags
We had two million barrels of
We had three million sides of old blind horses'
We had four barrels of bone

We had five million hogs, six million
Seven million barrels of
We had eight million bales, of old nanny tails
In the of the Irish Rover

There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his
When the lined up for a set
He was with skill, for each sparking quadrille
the dancers were fluther'd and bet

With his smart, witty talk, he was cock of the
He the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance, when he up his stance
That he sailed on the Rover

There was Barney McGee from the of the Lee
There was Hogan from County
There was Johnny McGurk, who was stiff of work
And your man from the West called Malone

The was slugger O'Toole, who was as a rule
And fighting Bill from Dover
And your man Mick McCann, from the of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

We had sailed seven years, when the broke out
And the lost its way in the fog
And whale of a crew, was reduced down to two
myself and the captain's old dog

And the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a
The bulkhead was right over
Turned nine times and the poor old dog was drowned
And to the Irish Rover