Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Paddy / Festival Reel / Rodgers Reel

Its of an Irishman I'm to tell you
Free Ireland sailed away
he was to he was not contended
Made up his mind for to go

Early morning the ship was sailing
harbour, golden core
Eight days he was sailing over
Till he in New York

Up the street young wandered
Each big caught his eye
up at a big shop window,
A bottle of he did spy

the bar young Paddy entered
Called for a drink, delay
me a drop of that Irish Whisky,
Four big I will pay

The landlord he jumped over the
"Pay me that bill", he said
Paddy up with a big
Laid him on the floor dead

So the Yankees came running
they heard about the row
Trying to kill poor Paddy,
out, "Where is he now?!"

Irishmen they followed
Following without
Each of them a big shillelagh,
Made the run away

May God's success to his Irish
Many's the country have roamed
But their courage is far
they're far away from home