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

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