Luyện nghe bài hát The Arabic

In the stony grey soil through and toil,
rough lands they owned me.
Digging potatoes and the earth,
As my did long before me.
But I swore I would furrow, my own seed,
Rise my knees and stand proudly.
America, I swore, or some shore,
Would grant the I dream of surely.

So I up the money, my passage to pay,
And braved the world one morning.
I bid adieu to my family grief and tears,
As feared there was no returning.
On the White Star Line I'd soon away,
Although the Great War was raging.
I walked the long days, to made way,
Till the Arabic it far above me.

Who what fate brings, what life has in store?
We peer through a glass dimly.
As I on board, and steerage went toward,
Below a dread chill spread o'er me.
At last we weighed anchor, ploughed the main,
The hint of land dimming slowly.
We zigzagged our for fear of the worst,
And the worst ploughed its course far me.

U24, the of the sea,
Spied us and soon they ready.
Torpedoes were loosed, our ship was
To a watery sinking steadily.
The lifeboats cast, the men entered last,
But was too few for so many.
I jumped in the sea as a blast me,
And the it ran thick and freely

In fear and confusion, around,
the abyss fast approaching.
Spying a lifeboat, I to its side,
But they beat me with for encroaching.
But a on board took pity on me,
As I stole my breath and was sinking.
Grabbing my arm to keep me harm,
She held me and me from drowning.

We got on shore, safe and secure.
led us all to the infirmary.
Three month I spent there, why I was spared.
all, why was I given mercy?
Some live and die, there's no reason why.
The spinners weave their in mystery.
Now I'm back on my land, fate a hand,
As the roots of Roscommon around me.