Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

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

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

thee well fair 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 stayed of whores
they called my right a cannonball and my left they 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 fall 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

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

Well they rang the 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 that they still talk today
For guinea didn't 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 into a ghost
But I was on a train my friend rode the other way
And sail from California back to Dublin one fine day

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

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