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 as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for in those wet Kilarny streets

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

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

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

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

Fair well fair dover
Fair thee well seasons turn
For my pockets will be 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 left until my eye was closed
Then I let loose a right they still talk about today
For that didn't know that I had bet the other way

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

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

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