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 grant the life I of surely.

So I saved up the money, my to pay,
And the world early one morning.
I bid adieu to my family among and tears,
As they feared was no returning.
On the White Star Line I'd sail away,
Although the War was still raging.
I walked the days, to Queenstown made way,
Till the Arabic it far above me.

Who knows fate brings, what life has in store?
We peer a looking glass dimly.
As I stepped on board, and steerage toward,
Below decks a dread chill o'er me.
At we weighed 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 soon they ready.
Torpedoes were loosed, our ship was
To a watery sinking steadily.
The lifeboats were cast, the men last,
But was too few for so many.
I jumped in the sea as a blast me,
And the blood it ran thick and

In fear and confusion, around,
Dreading the fast approaching.
a lifeboat, I swam to its side,
But beat me with oars for encroaching.
But a lady on board took on me,
As I my last 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 I spent there, wondering why I was spared.
Among all, why was I given
Some and some die, there's no reason why.
The spinners weave webs in mystery.
Now I'm back on my land, fate a hand,
As the roots of Roscommon weave me.