Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

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

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

Fair thee fair dover
Fair thee well your 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 the Jersey shore
My gut full 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 offered me a thousand if I'd fall his man
Well I said it could be done but for another two
And he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my

Fair thee well dover
Fair thee well your seasons
For my will be jingling 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
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 there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had into a ghost
But I was on a train my friend that the other way
And I'll from California back to Dublin one fine day

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

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