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 with the
When next I to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
It was on the 23rd of the day before the fair
Boston sons and daughters and friends assemble there
The young, the old, the brave, and the
Came there till they took fill
At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount

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

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

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