Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the 4th of July,
We set sail from the sweet of Cork
We were sailing with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City in New York

a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty seven
And they called her The Rover

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

We had million hogs and six million dogs
Seven barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats'
In the of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote who played on his flute
the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill for sparkling quadrille
Though the were fluther'd and bet

With his witty talk, he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the under and over
They all at a glance when he took up his stance
he sailed in The Irish Rover

There was McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared of work
And a man from Westmeath called

There was Slugger O'Toole who was as a rule
And Fighting Bill from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann from the of the Bann
Was the of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles out
And the ship its way in the fog
And that whale of a was reduced down to two
Just and the Captain's old dog

the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a shock
The was turned right over
Turned nine times and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of The Rover