Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

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

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

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

Well I fought in New York and I fought the Jersey shore
My gut stayed full of and my bed stayed full 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 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 stuck it in my

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

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

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

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