Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

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

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 used to crash at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount

I paid a fly and visit to my 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 pride of Hill

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