Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

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

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

We had one million bags of the Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of
We had million 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 of old nanny-goats' tails
In the of the Irish Rover

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

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

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

There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a
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 years when the broke out
And the ship its way in the fog
And that of a crew was reduced down to two
myself and the Captain's old dog

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