🎵 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 them that's  I was told
 So I just took a hand at this diggin' for 
 But for all that I found there I might as  be
 In the place where the dark Mourne sweep  to the sea.
 
 
 
 There's beautiful girls here,  never you mind
 Beautiful  nature never designed
 lovely complexions of roses  cream
 But let me remark with regard  the same
 That if at that those roses you venture  sip
 The colours might all  away on your lips
 So I'll wait for the wild rose that's  for me
  the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.
 
 
 
 
 You remember young Davey  Clarin of course
 Well sure,  he's round here with the rest of the force
 I saw him one day as  was crossin’ the strand
 And he stopped  whole street with a wave of his hand
 And as we  talkin’ of days that are gone
  whole town of London stood there to look on
 But for all his  powers he's wishful like me
 To be back  the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea
 
 But for all his  powers he's wishful like me
 To be back where the dark  sweep down to the sea