Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

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

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

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

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