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 cargo of
For the grand City in New York

T'was a craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wind drove her
She stood blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they her the Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

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

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

We had sailed years, when the measles broke out
And the lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew, was reduced to two
Just myself and the old dog

And the struck a rock, oh Lord, what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right
nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
And to the Irish Rover