Luyện nghe bài hát The Arabic

In the stony grey soil hardship and toil,
Roscommon's rough lands 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 knees and proudly.
America, I swore, or some shore,
Would grant the I dream of surely.

So I up the money, my passage to pay,
And the world early one morning.
I bid adieu to my among grief 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 long days, to made way,
Till the 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 went toward,
Below decks a dread chill spread me.
At last we anchor, ploughed o'er the main,
The hint of land dimming slowly.
We zigzagged our course for of the worst,
And the ploughed its course far below me.

U24, the of the sea,
Spied us and soon they ready.
Torpedoes loosed, our ship was reduced
To a grave sinking steadily.
The were cast, the men entered last,
But was too few for so many.
I jumped in the sea as a blast 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 they beat me oars for encroaching.
But a lady on board took on me,
As I stole my last and was sinking.
my arm to keep me from 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.
all, why was I given mercy?
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 of Roscommon weave around me.