Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

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

Well the left for America and I brought my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear 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 me well

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

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

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

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

Well they rang the bell two times before I let him my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was closed
Then I let loose a that they still talk about today
For that guinea 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 my friend that rode the other way
And sail from California back to Dublin one fine day

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

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