Luyện nghe bài hát Izzy s Irish Rose

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

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

He was looking for Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann
after to be known as Izzy's Irish Rose
Forever and ever and ever young Rosie Ann
Will be the of Orchard Street, Izzy's 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 nodded 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 have to go to the Irish pub to get some and quiet
So they off to the shebeen down Delancy Street
The Lord works in mysterious but he's usually discreet

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

Now Rosie was the finest girl out of Sligo
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 sippin' his watery wine
Sent the power of coursin' down his spine
The nodded, "Oh I understand my son
The Lord provideth paths and yours has just begun"

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

Izzy's mother was beside herself 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 shiksa could use an honest man"

So if down on Orchard Street
And see some red men
all the seed of Izzy
Sons of to the end

But and everyone 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
Ever after to be as Izzy's Irish Rose
Forever and ever and ever young Ann McKnowles
Will be the queen of Orchard street, Izzy's Irish