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 wanted him to marry a Katz from Houston Street
A great big strapping of a girl with two big awkward feet

But Izzy was a cantor in the
He the laws of Israel with the greatest of resolve
He didn't fancy Katz, her pastrami left him cold
He wanted a taste of Irish before he grew too old

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

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

For she never up talking, morning noon til night
I to go to the Irish pub to get some peace and quiet
So they sped off to the down 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 Izzy's Irish
and ever and ever young Rosie Ann McKnowles
Will be the queen of Orchard street, Irish rose

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

Which she up at our hero sippin' his watery wine
Sent the power of Abraham coursin' his spine
The nodded, "Oh I understand my son
The Lord provideth many paths and has just begun"

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

Izzy's sacred mother was beside with grief
the Rabbi took her to the pub down on Delancey Street
Her eyes lit up she heard the till go clangalang
"Oy veh, that Irish could use an honest man"

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

But and everyone of them'll drink you
Out of house and for they're sprung
the womb of Rosie, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles

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