Luyện nghe bài hát The Arabic

In the stony grey through hardship and toil,
Roscommon's rough lands they me.
Digging and ploughing the earth,
As my family did long me.
But I swore I furrow, plant my own seed,
from my knees and stand proudly.
America, I swore, or some shore,
Would the life 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 among and tears,
As feared there was no returning.
On the Star Line I'd soon sail away,
Although the War was still raging.
I walked the long days, to Queenstown way,
Till the Arabic it far above me.

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

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

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

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