Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

ast night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days by
My was spent on rambling to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed the wind
When next I came to anchor at the on Fairmount Hill
It was on the 23rd of the day before the fair
When Boston sons and daughters and friends there
The young, the old, the brave, and the
Came there till they their fill
At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile from Hill

I to see old friends there, to see what they might say
The old ones all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
I met the hills, hazes on as ever still
See I used to crash at his mother's house, I hung on Fairmount Hill

I paid a fly and visit to my first and love
She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a
She threw her arm around me saying Andy I ya still
Oh, she's one Miss Fayes O'Bailey, the pride of Hill

I dreamt I fought a violent war for the hand of darling gal
an angry jealous fool by the name of Danny Gill
The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and
When I awoke in California, many miles from Hill