Luyện nghe bài hát Izzy s Irish Rose

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

But was a cantor in the Synagogue
He kept the laws of Israel the greatest of resolve
He fancy Esther Katz, her pastrami left him cold
He wanted a taste of Irish love before he 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 and he said "oh me oh my
I want a wife home in bed who'll keep me satisfied"
The Rabbi wisely, "I understand my son
I an auld one home in the bed
a menace to God and man

For she never shuts up talking, noon til night
I have to go to the Irish pub to get some peace and
So they sped off to the shebeen down Delancy
The Lord works in mysterious ways but usually discreet

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

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

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

So he up two pints of Ireland's finest beer
With a couple of shots to wash 'em and he said "I do declare
I hear the bells of aringin' in me head
goy would 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 on Delancey Street
Her eyes lit up when she heard the go clangalang
"Oy veh, Irish shiksa could use an honest man"

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

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

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