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

 Oh Mary  London's a wonderful sight
 With people here workin'  day and by night
 They  sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
 But there's gangs of them  for gold in the street
 At least when I  them that's what I was told
 So I just took a hand at this diggin'  gold
 But for all that I found there I might as  be
 In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down  the sea.
 
 
 
 There's beautiful  here, Oh never you mind
  shapes nature never designed
 lovely complexions of roses  cream
 But let me remark  regard to the same
 That if at that those  you venture to sip
 The colours might  come away on your lips
  I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
 In the place where the dark Mourne  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  as I was crossin’ the strand
 And he stopped the whole street with a wave of  hand
 And as we stood talkin’ of days that  gone
 The whole town of London stood  to look on
  for all his great powers he's wishful like me
 To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the 
 
 But for all his great  he's wishful like me
 To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the