Luyện nghe bài hát Skibbereen

O, Father dear, I oft times here, you of Erin's Isle,
Her lofty scenes, her green, her mountains rude and wild
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 land, with energy and pride
'Til a blight over on my prats, my sheep and cattle 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, with demond yellow spleen
And another reason why, I left old Skibbereen.

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

And you only two years old, and feeble was your frame,
I could not you with your friends, you bore your father's name,
I you in my cota mior, in the dead of night unseen
I heaved a sigh, and goodbye, to dear old Skibbereen

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