Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

ast as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind was on rambling to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a and I followed with the wind
When next I came to anchor at the rocks on 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
there till they took their fill
At the parish church of Thatcher, a from Fairmount Hill

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

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

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