Luyện nghe bài hát Izzy s Irish Rose

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

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

He was looking for Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann
Ever after to be as Izzy's Irish Rose
Forever and and ever young Rosie Ann McKnowles
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 who'll me satisfied"
The Rabbi wisely, "I understand my son
I have an auld one in the bed
She's a to God and man

For she never up talking, morning noon til night
I have to go to the Irish pub to get 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 Rose
Forever and ever and ever young Ann McKnowles
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 hero sippin' his wine
Sent the power of Abraham down his spine
The nodded, "Oh I understand my son
The Lord provideth many 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 would be a joy in any son of bed"

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

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

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

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