Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey in The Jar

I was a-goin' gilgarra mountain
I met with farrell, and his money he was countin'.
I drew my pistols and then I drew my rapier,
Sayin' "stand and deliver, for I am your deceiver."
ringum duram da,
fol the daddy-o,
fol the daddy-o,
There's in the jar.
He counted out his money and it a pretty penny;
I put it in my pocket to home to ' jenny.
She sighed and swore she me and never would deceive me,
But the devil take the women, for always lie so easy!
Musha ringum da
I went into me all for to take a slumber,
To of gold and girls, and of course it was no wonder:
Me took me charges and she filled them up with water,
on captain farrell to get ready for the slaughter.
Musha ringum da
mornin' early, before I rose for travel,
Up came a band of and likewise captain farrell.
I goes to draw my pistol, for she'd away my rapier,
But I shoot for water, so a prisoner I was taken
ringum duram da
They put me into with a judge all a-writin':
For robbin' colonel farrell on mountain.
But they didn't take me and I knocked the jailer down
And bid me a to this tight-fisted town.

Musha duram da
I'd like to find me brother, the one who's in the
I don't where he's stationed, be it cork or in killarney.
Together we'd go o'er the mountains of kilkenny,
And I swear he'd me fairer than my darlin' sportin' jenny!

Musha duram da
There's that takes delight in the carriages and rollin',
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin',
But I takes in the juice of the barley,
Courtin' pretty in the mornin', o so early!
Musha ringum da