Luyện nghe bài hát Skibbereen

Oh father dear, I often hear you of Erin's isle
Her scenes, her valley's green, her mountains rude and wild
They say it is a land wherein a prince might dwell
Oh, why did you it? The reason to me tell

Well, I do that bleak December day
The and the sheriff came to drive us all away
He set my roof on fire when my rent I not find
And that's the cruel reason that I left it all

Your mother too, God rest her soul, she fell on snowy
She could not raise her body seeing desolation
She never rose but slipped away from to mortal dream
And found a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old

And you were only two years old and feeble was frame
I could not leave you with my friends, you bore your name
I you in my cottamore in the dead of night unseen
I a sigh and bade goodbye to dear old Skibbereen

Oh father dear, the day may in an answer to the call
Each Irishmen with feeling stern rally one and all
be the man to lead the van beneath our flag of green
And and high, we'll raise a cry, "Remember Skibbereen"