Luyện nghe bài hát Skibbereen

O, dear, I oft times here, you speak of Erin's Isle,
Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and
say it tis a lovely place, wherin in a prince might dwell,
so why did you abandon it, the to me tell?

Oh son I loved my native land, with and pride
'Til a blight came over on my prats, my sheep and died,
The rent and taxes were so high, I not them redeem,
And that's the cruel reason why, I old Skibbereen.

Oh, It's I do remember, that bleak December day,
The landlord and the came, to drive us all away
They set my roof on fire, their demond yellow spleen
And that's another why, I left old Skibbereen.

Your mother too, God rest her soul, on the snowy ground,
She in her anguish, seeing the desolation all round.
She never rose, but away, from life to imortal dream,
She found a quiet grave, my boy, in old Skibbereen.

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

o' father dear, the day come, when answer to the call
all men of Freedom Stern, will rally one and all
ill be the man to the band, beneath the flag of green
loud and clear, well raise a , remember Skibbereen