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

 Oh Mary  London's a wonderful sight
 With  here workin' by day and by night
 They don't sow  nor barley, nor wheat
 But there's gangs of them  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 found  I might as well be
 In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to  sea.
 
 
 
 There's beautiful girls here,  never you mind
 Beautiful  nature never designed
 lovely complexions  roses and cream
 But let me remark with regard to  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 waitin' for 
 In the place where the dark Mourne  down to the sea.
 
 
 
 
 You remember young Davey  Clarin of course
 Well  now, he's round here with the rest of the force
 I  him one day as I was crossin’ the strand
 And he stopped  whole street with a wave of his hand
 And as  stood talkin’ of days that are gone
  whole town of London stood there to look on
 But for all his great powers he's wishful like 
 To be back where  dark Mourne sweep down to the sea
 
 But for  his great powers he's wishful like me
 To be back where the dark Mourne  down to the sea