Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the
In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the
My arms grew hard as for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for gambling in wet Kilarny streets

the ship left for America and I brought my pack aboard
Said to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear Lord
But I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen called hell
Well I fought them for dollar and those guineas paid me well

Fair well fair dover
thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be on the day of my return
The day of my

Well I fought in New York City and I fought the shore
My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed full of whores
Well they my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
And I left em' all lyin' in blood and half in shame

Well I met a man on '32 and he out his hand
And he offered me a if I'd fall before his man
I said it could be done but only for another two
And he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my

Fair thee well fair
Fair thee well seasons turn
For my pockets be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my

Well they the bell two times before I let him have my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was closed
Then I let loose a that they still talk about today
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the way

They covered every dock and every port on the coast
Looking for double crosser who had turned into a ghost
But I was on a my friend that rode the other way
And I'll from California back to Dublin one fine day

Fair thee well dover
Fair thee your seasons turn
For my pockets will be on the day of my return
The day of my

Fair thee well dover
Fair thee well your turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my
The day of my