Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

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

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

Fair thee well fair
Fair well your seasons turn
For my pockets be jingling 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 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 out his hand
And he offered me a if I'd fall before his man
Well I it could be done but only for another two
And he smiled at me and as I stuck it in my shoe

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

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

They covered every dock and every there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had turned a ghost
But I was on a train my friend rode the other way
And I'll sail from 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

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