Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

My name is John O'Reilly and my 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 for gambling in those wet Kilarny streets

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

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

Well I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey
My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of
they 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 out his hand
And he offered me a thousand if I'd before his man
Well I said it be done but only for another two
And he at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe

thee well fair dover
Fair thee well your seasons
For my will 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 my eye was swollen closed
Then I let loose a right that they talk about today
For that didn't know that I had bet the other way

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

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

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