Luyện nghe bài hát The Arabic

In the stony soil through hardship and toil,
rough lands they owned me.
Digging and ploughing the earth,
As my family did long me.
But I I would furrow, plant my own seed,
Rise from my and stand proudly.
America, I swore, or some shore,
Would the life I dream 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 there was no returning.
On the White Star Line I'd soon away,
Although the Great War was raging.
I the long days, to Queenstown made way,
the Arabic it loomed far above me.

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

U24, the of the sea,
Spied us and soon made ready.
Torpedoes were loosed, our ship was
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 it ran thick and freely

In fear and confusion, around,
Dreading the abyss approaching.
a lifeboat, I swam 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 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.
all, why was I given mercy?
Some live and 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 around me.