Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

ast night as I lay dreaming of pleasant 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 of June the day before the fair
When sons and daughters and friends assemble there
The young, the old, the brave, and the
Came till they took their fill
At the parish church of Thatcher, a from Fairmount Hill

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

I paid a fly and to my first and only love
She's as as any lily, and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arm around me saying I love ya still
Oh, she's one Miss O'Bailey, the pride 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 in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill
When I awoke in California, many miles from Hill