Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

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

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

thee well fair dover
Fair thee well 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 of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
Well they my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
And I left em' all lyin' half in and half in shame

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

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

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

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

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