Luyện nghe bài hát Moses Ritooraliay

MOSES
(Brain O'Higgins)
The policeman out, oh, so proud on his beat
When a came to him of stripes on his sleeve;
"Promotion," he whispered, "I'll try for today,
So its with me Mister Ri-tooral-i-ay."
"Come tell me name," says the limb of the law
To the little fat man selling on the straw.
"What's that, sir? Me name, sir? Why it's on display
And it's Ri-tooral-i-ooral-i-ay."
Now, the it came on and it lasted a week.
One judge said 'twas German; another, 'twas
"Prove lrish," said the policeman "and beyond it say nay;
And sit on it, Moses Ri-tooral-i-ay."
Now the prisoner stepped up there as as a crutch.
"Are you lrish or English or or Dutch?"
"I'm a Jew, sir; I'm a Jew, sir," that came 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 of Briscoe and I am one too.
This numbskull has blundered and for it pay."
"Wisha that's right," says 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 and he groans all the day,
Singing," Ri-tootal-i-ooral-i-ay. "
Note: This reflects on the period when the language was
outlawed in Ireland; the of the police to speak, or
even recognize the presented enforcement problems.
was Dublin's mayor. He was Jewish. (As the story
goes, "only in America."
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