Luyện nghe bài hát Izzy s Irish Rose

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

But Izzy was a cantor in the
He kept the of Israel with the greatest of resolve
He didn't Esther Katz, her pastrami left 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 and ever young Rosie Ann McKnowles
Will be the queen of Orchard Street, Izzy's Irish

So, he went to Rabbi Hershowitz and he "oh me oh my
I want a wife back home in bed who'll me satisfied"
The Rabbi nodded wisely, "I my son
I have an one home 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 down Delancy
The Lord works in mysterious but he's usually discreet

For they met Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles
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

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

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

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

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

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

But each and of them'll drink you
Out of house and home for they're
the womb 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 Orchard street, Izzy's Irish