Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

'Twas a craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind her
She stood several blasts, she had seven masts
And they called her The Irish

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

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

There was awl Mickey who played hard on his flute
When the ladies up for a set
He was tootin' with for each sparkling quadrille
the dancers were fluther'd and bet

With his smart witty talk, he was of the walk
And he the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his
That he sailed in The Rover

There was Barney McGee the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from Tyrone
There was Johnny who was scared stiff of work
And a man Westmeath called Malone

was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill from Dover
And your man, MacCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

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

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