Luyện nghe bài hát The Arabic

In the stony grey soil hardship and toil,
Roscommon's rough lands owned me.
potatoes and ploughing the earth,
As my family did before me.
But I swore I furrow, plant my own seed,
Rise my knees and stand proudly.
America, I swore, or foreign shore,
Would grant the I dream of surely.

So I up the money, my passage to pay,
And braved the early one morning.
I bid adieu to my family grief and tears,
As they there was no returning.
On the Star Line I'd soon sail away,
Although the War was still raging.
I the long days, to Queenstown made way,
Till the Arabic it loomed far me.

Who what fate brings, what life has in store?
We peer through a looking dimly.
As I on board, and steerage went toward,
decks a dread chill spread o'er me.
At last we anchor, ploughed 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.
Torpedoes were loosed, our was reduced
To a grave 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 thick and

In fear and confusion, around,
the abyss 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 last and was sinking.
Grabbing my arm to keep me 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.
all, why was I given mercy?
Some live and some die, there's no why.
The spinners weave webs in mystery.
Now I'm back on my land, lends a hand,
As the of Roscommon weave around me.