Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Boy

Well, I in the arms of a black haired girl
In Square after the war
And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I
Like a drunk on a subway

And I did marry Cathy O'Shea
She met another and went their way
To the you're a toy
Just a drunk boy
Just a in the crowd
I'll be around
To show you all something

There are some things that remain secret
You can no good reason to tell
There's too many men their secrets these days
And I'd like to tell to all go to hell

So I never had dreams, and never came true
As far as you know
To the wind a toy
Just a Irish boy
Just a in the crowd
I'll be back
To show you all something

Gory be, glory be, to the highest of
We to climb, my brother and me
High on her limbs, two laughing
Over Rocks Berrys Cemetery

To the wind you're a toy, just a thin boy
Coming back home the war
Just a in the crowd
Just a and out loud
you try looking down
'Cause I'll be around
To show you all someday
To show you all someday