Luyện nghe bài hát Izzy s Irish Rose

Izzy was a tailor down the east side
The very man to top you off with and pride
His mother wanted him to a Katz from Houston Street
A great big strapping lump of a girl with two big awkward

But was a cantor in the Synagogue
He kept the laws of with the greatest of resolve
He didn't fancy Esther Katz, her pastrami left him
He a taste of Irish love before he grew too old

He was looking for Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann
Ever to be known as Izzy's Irish Rose
Forever and ever and ever young Ann McKnowles
Will be the queen of Street, Izzy's Irish rose

So, he went to Rabbi and he said "oh me oh my
I want a wife home in bed who'll keep me satisfied"
The Rabbi wisely, "I understand my son
I have an auld one in the bed
a menace to God and man

For she shuts up talking, morning noon til night
I have to go to the pub to get some peace and quiet
So they sped off to the shebeen Delancy Street
The Lord in mysterious ways but he's usually discreet

For there met Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles
Ever after to be known as Irish Rose
Forever and ever and ever young Rosie Ann
Will be the of Orchard street, Izzy's Irish rose

Now Rosie was the girl out of Sligo town
She had a head of red that stretched all of the way down
Past her lovely derriere to her gorgeous
But her crownin' jewels were her smoldering opalescent

Which she cast up at our sippin' his watery wine
Sent the of Abraham coursin' down his spine
The Rabbi nodded, "Oh I my son
The Lord provideth paths and yours has just begun"

So he up two pints of Ireland's finest beer
With a couple of to wash 'em down and he said "I do declare
I the bells of heaven aringin' in me head
That goy be a joy in any son of Israel's bed"

sacred mother was beside herself with grief
'Til the Rabbi her to the pub down on Delancey Street
Her lit up when she heard the till go clangalang
"Oy veh, that shiksa could use an honest man"

So if you're down on Street
And see red haired men
all the seed of Izzy
Sons of to the end

But each and everyone of drink you
Out of and home for they're sprung
From the of Rosie, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles

Oh, you're at Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles
Ever after to be as Izzy's Irish Rose
and ever and ever young Rosie Ann McKnowles
Will be the queen of Orchard street, Izzy's rose