Luyện nghe bài hát Skibbereen

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

Oh son I loved my native land, with energy and
a blight came over on my prats, my sheep and cattle died,
The rent and taxes so high, I could 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 sheriff came, to us all away
They set my roof on fire, with their yellow spleen
And that's another why, I left old Skibbereen.

mother 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, life to imortal dream,
She a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen.

And you were 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 said goodbye, to old Skibbereen

o' father dear, the day will come, when 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