Luyện nghe bài hát Izzy s Irish Rose

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

But Izzy was a in the Synagogue
He kept the laws of with the greatest of resolve
He didn't Esther 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 known as Izzy's Rose
Forever and and ever young Rosie Ann McKnowles
Will be the queen of Orchard Street, Irish rose

So, he went to Rabbi Hershowitz and he "oh me oh my
I want a wife back in bed who'll keep 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 sped off to the shebeen down Delancy Street
The works in mysterious ways but he's usually discreet

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

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

Which she cast up at our hero his watery wine
Sent the power of coursin' down his spine
The nodded, "Oh I understand 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 '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"

Izzy's sacred mother was beside with grief
'Til the Rabbi took her to the pub down on Delancey
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 some red men
They're all the of Izzy
Sons of to the end

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

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