Luyện nghe bài hát John O'Reilly

My name is John O'Reilly and my father 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 fists for gambling in those wet streets

Well the ship left for 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 kitchen they called
Well I fought them for their dollar and guineas paid me well

Fair thee fair dover
Fair thee well your seasons
For my will 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 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 lyin' in blood and half in shame

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

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

Well they the bell two times before I let him have my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen
Then I let loose a right that they talk about today
For that guinea didn't know I had bet the other way

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

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

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