Luyện nghe bài hát Old Bog Road

The Old Bog Road: Teresa

My are here on Broadway
This blessed morn,
But oh! the ache in my heart
For the spot I was born.
My weary are blistered
work in cold and heat!
And oh! to swing a once more
Through a of Irish wheat.
Had I the to wander back,
Or own a abode.
Id sooner see the tree
By the Old Bog Road.

When I was young and
My was ill at ease,
Through of America,
And the gold the seas.
Oh, sorrow rake money,
Tis to find the same,
And the world to any man
If no one his name.
Ive had my day and I am
A-building per load.
A three thousand miles away
the Old Bog Road.

My died last springtime,
When fields were green.
The neighbours said her
Was the ever seen.
There were and primroses
high above her bed,
And Ferns Church was
her funeral Mass was read.
And here was I on
A-building per load.
When they out her coffin
the old Bog Road.

There was a girl at home
Who used to walk me.
Her eyes were and sorrowful
Like oer the sea.
Her name was Dwyer,
But was long ago.
The of God are wiser
Than the things man might know.
She the day I left her,
A-building per load,
Id forget the days Ive spent
On the old Bog Road.

Ah! Lifes a puzzle,
Past out by man,
Ill take the day for its worth
And do the I can.
no one cares a rush for me
What is there to moan,
Ill go my way and my pay
And smoke my alone.
Each human must bear its grief
Though be the bode
So God be you, Ireland,
And the Old Bog Road.