Luyện nghe bài hát Skibbereen

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

Oh son I loved my land, with energy and pride
'Til a blight came on my prats, my sheep and cattle died,
The rent and taxes so high, I could not them redeem,
And the cruel reason why, I left old Skibbereen.

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

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

And you were only two 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, answer to the call
all Irish men of Stern, will rally one and all
ill be the man to lead the band, beneath the flag of
and clear, well raise a cheer , remember Skibbereen