Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

In the of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six
We set out the coal quay of Cork
We were sailing with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New

We'd an elegant craft, she was rigged and aft
And how the Winds drove her
She had twenty three and she stood several blasts
And they her the Irish Rover

There was Magee from the banks of the Lee
There was from County Tyrone
was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work
And a from Westmeath named Mallone

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

We had one bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million of bone
We had three million bales of old goat tails
We had four million of stone

We had five hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of
We had eight million sides of old horses' hides
In the hold of the Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles out
And the lost her way in the fog
And the whole of the was reduced down to two
'Twas and the captain's old dog

Then the struck a rock, Oh, Lord, what a shock
Oh, how the wild drove her
Turned her nine times around and the poor dog was
I'm the last, I'm the last, I'm the of the Irish Rover
I'm the last of the Irish