Luyện nghe bài hát Green, Green Grass of Home

The old home looks the same
As I down from a train
There to meet me are my mama and my
Down the road I look and runs Mary
of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green grass of home.

The old home is still
Though the is cracked and dry
There's that old oak that I used to play on
the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and like cherries
It's to touch the green green grass of home.

Then I awake and look me
At the grey walls that surround me
And I realized, Yes, I was dreaming
For a guard, and that sad old padre
Arm in arm walk at daybreak
Again, I'll touch the green green of home

Yes, they'll all to see me
In the shade of old oak tree
As lay me neath the green green grass of home.