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

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

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

We had five million hogs and six million
Seven million of porter
We had million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the of the Irish Rover

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

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

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

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

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

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