Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

My name is John and my father worked the fields
In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him the wheels
My arms hard as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for in those wet Kilarny streets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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