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

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

next morning the ship was sailing
Queenstown harbour, golden
Eight long days he was sailing
he landed in New York

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

Into the bar Paddy entered
for a drink, without delay
Give me a drop of that Whisky,
big coppers I will pay

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

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

Irishmen they after
without delay
Each of them a big shillelagh,
Made the Yankees run

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