🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Mountains Of Mourne - Celtic Thunder

 Oh Mary this London's a  sight
 With people here workin' by day and  night
 They don't  potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
 But there's gangs of  diggin' for gold in the street
 At least when I asked them that's what I  told
 So I just  a hand at this diggin' for gold
 But for all that I  there I might as well be
 In the place where the dark Mourne sweep  to the sea.
 
 
 
 There's beautiful  here, Oh never you mind
 Beautiful  nature never designed
 lovely  of roses and cream
 But let me remark with  to the same
 That if at that  roses you venture to sip
 The colours might all come away on  lips
 So I'll wait for the wild rose that's  for me
 In  place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.
 
 
 
 
 You  young Davey Mc Clarin of course
 Well sure, now, he's round here with the rest of the 
  saw him one day as I was crossin’ the strand
 And he stopped the whole  with a wave of his hand
  as we stood talkin’ of days that are gone
 The whole town of London stood there to  on
 But for all his great powers he's wishful like 
 To be back where the  Mourne sweep down to the sea
 
 But  all his great powers he's wishful like me
 To be back where the dark Mourne sweep  to the sea