Luyện nghe bài hát The Arabic

In the stony grey through hardship and toil,
Roscommon's rough lands they me.
potatoes and ploughing the earth,
As my family did long me.
But I I would furrow, plant my own seed,
Rise from my knees and proudly.
America, I swore, or some shore,
grant the life I dream of surely.

So I saved up the money, my to pay,
And braved the early one morning.
I bid adieu to my family grief and tears,
As they feared 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 knows fate brings, what life has in store?
We through a looking glass dimly.
As I stepped on board, and steerage toward,
Below decks a dread spread o'er me.
At we weighed anchor, ploughed o'er the main,
The last hint of dimming slowly.
We zigzagged our course for 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 ship was
To a grave sinking steadily.
The lifeboats were cast, the men 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 and confusion, thrashing around,
Dreading the fast approaching.
Spying a lifeboat, I to its side,
But they me with oars for encroaching.
But a lady on board took on me,
As I stole my breath and was sinking.
Grabbing my arm to me from harm,
She me and saved me from drowning.

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