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

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