Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

ast night as I lay dreaming of days gone by
My mind was spent on to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed the wind
When next I came to anchor at the on Fairmount Hill
It was on the 23rd of the day before the fair
When Boston sons and daughters and assemble there
The young, the old, the brave, and the
Came there they took their fill
At the parish of Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill

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

I paid a fly and to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a
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
an angry jealous fool by the name of Danny Gill
The clock it rang in the morning, it both loud and shrill
When I awoke in California, many miles from Hill