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 wanted him to marry a Katz Houston Street
A great big strapping lump of a girl with two big awkward

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

He was looking for Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann
Ever after to be known as Irish Rose
and ever and ever young Rosie Ann McKnowles
Will be the queen of Orchard Street, Izzy's rose

So, he went to Rabbi Hershowitz and he "oh me oh my
I want a wife back home in bed keep me satisfied"
The Rabbi nodded wisely, "I my son
I have an auld one in the bed
a menace to God and man

For she never shuts up talking, morning til night
I have to go to the Irish pub to get peace and quiet
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
after to be known as Izzy's Irish Rose
Forever and ever and ever Rosie Ann McKnowles
Will be the queen of Orchard street, Izzy's 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' jewels her smoldering opalescent eyes

Which she 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 provideth many and yours has just begun"

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

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

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

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

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