Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

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

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

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

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