Luyện nghe bài hát The Arabic

In the stony grey through hardship and toil,
Roscommon's lands they owned me.
Digging and ploughing the earth,
As my family did before me.
But I swore I would furrow, my own seed,
Rise from my and stand proudly.
America, I swore, or foreign shore,
Would the life I dream of surely.

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

Who knows what fate brings, what has in store?
We peer a looking glass dimly.
As I stepped on board, and went toward,
decks a dread chill spread o'er me.
At last we weighed anchor, o'er the main,
The last 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 they made ready.
were loosed, our ship was reduced
To a grave sinking steadily.
The lifeboats cast, the men entered last,
But was too few for so many.
I jumped in the sea as a wounded me,
And the it ran thick and freely

In and confusion, thrashing around,
Dreading the abyss approaching.
Spying a lifeboat, I to its side,
But they beat me oars for encroaching.
But a lady on board pity on me,
As I stole my breath and was sinking.
Grabbing my arm to keep me harm,
She me and saved 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.
Among all, why was I mercy?
Some live and some die, no reason why.
The spinners their webs in mystery.
Now I'm back on my land, lends a hand,
As the of Roscommon weave around me.