Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Paddy/Festival Reel/Roger's Reel

(Traditional - Arr. GBS / / Guinchard)

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

Early next morning the was sailing
Queenstown harbour, Cobh of
Eight long days he was sailing
Till he in New York

Up the street Paddy wandered
Each big building his eye
up at a big shop window,
A of whisky he did spy

Into the bar young Paddy
Called for a drink, delay
Give me a of that Irish Whisky,
big coppers I will pay

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

So the Yankees they came
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,
the Yankees run away

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