Luyện nghe bài hát Izzy s Irish Rose

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

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

He was for Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles
Ever after to be known as Irish Rose
Forever and ever and ever Rosie Ann McKnowles
be the queen of Orchard Street, Izzy's Irish 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 an auld one home in the bed
She's a to God and man

For she never shuts up talking, morning til night
I to go to the Irish pub to get some peace and quiet
So they sped off to the shebeen Delancy Street
The Lord works in mysterious ways but he's discreet

For there they met Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann
after to be known as Izzy's Irish Rose
Forever and ever and ever young Ann McKnowles
be the queen 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 derriere to her gorgeous thighs
But her crownin' were her smoldering opalescent eyes

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, you're at 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 queen of Orchard street, Irish rose