Luyện nghe bài hát Spancil Hill

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

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

And when our did commence, we all knelt down in prayer,
In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Stair.
And when back home returning, we with right good will,
To Martin music, at the Cross of Spancil Hill.

It being on the twenty of June, the day before the fair,
Erin's sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
The young, the old, the and the bold, they came to sport and kill,
What a curious combination, at the of Spancil Hill.

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

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