Luyện nghe bài hát Moses Ritooraliay

MOSES
(Brain O'Higgins)
The policeman walked out, oh, so on his beat
When a vision to him of stripes on his sleeve;
"Promotion," he whispered, "I'll try for today,
So its come me Mister Ri-tooral-i-ay."
"Come me your name," says the limb of the law
To the fat man selling wares on the straw.
"What's that, Me name, sir? Why it's there on display
And it's Ri-tooral-i-ooral-i-ay."
Now, the it came on and it lasted a week.
One judge 'twas German; another, 'twas Greek-
"Prove you're lrish," said the policeman "and beyond it say
And sit on it, Moses Ri-tooral-i-ay."
Now the stepped up there as stiff as a crutch.
"Are you lrish or English or or Dutch?"
"I'm a Jew, sir; I'm a Jew, sir," that over to stay.
And my name it is Ri-tooral-i-ay."
"We're two of a kind." the judge to the Jew;
"You're a cousin of and I am one too.
This has blundered and for it will pay."
"Wisha that's right," Moses Ri-tooral-i-ay.
There's a garbage who works down our strset;
He once was a policeman, the of his beat.
And he moans all the night and he all the day,
Singing," Ri-tootal-i-ooral-i-ay. "
Note: This reflects on the period when the Irish was
outlawed in the inability of the police to speak, or
even recognize the language enforcement problems.
Briscoe was mayor. He was Jewish. (As the story
goes, "only in America."
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