Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

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

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

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

Well I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey
My gut full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
Well they called my right a 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 fall his man
Well I said it be done but only for another two
And he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my

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

Well 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 guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way

They every dock and every port there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a
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 well fair
Fair thee well your turn
For my pockets will be 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