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 him turn the wheels
My arms grew as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Kilarny

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 they called
Well I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me

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

Well I fought in New York City and I the Jersey shore
My gut stayed full of and my bed stayed full of whores
Well they called my right a cannonball and my they called the same
And I em' all lyin' 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 before his man
Well I said it could be but only for another two
And he smiled at me and as I stuck it in my shoe

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

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

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

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

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