Luyện nghe bài hát Spancil Hill

Last as I lay dreaming,
of the pleasant days by,
My being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly.

I stepped on a vision
and it with a will,
I gladly came to anchor
at the Cross of Hill.

And when our duty did commence, we all down in prayer,
In for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stair.
And when back home returning, we danced with good will,
To Moilen's music, at the Cross of Spancil Hill.

It being on the twenty third of June, the day the fair,
Sure sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
The young, the old, the stout and the bold, they to sport and kill,
What a curious combination, at the Fair of Hill.

So I paid a flying visit, to my first and love,
She's as as any lily, and as gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms me, saying Mike I love you still,
And she's Mack the daughter, and the Pride of Spancil Hill.

It being a morning, I thought I heard a bell,
O'er hills and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to
Of the Joyous King of Angels, his Blessings spill,
On Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancil Hill.