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

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