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

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