Luyện nghe bài hát The Arabic

In the grey soil through hardship and toil,
Roscommon's lands they owned me.
Digging and ploughing the earth,
As my did long before me.
But I swore I furrow, plant my own seed,
Rise from my and stand proudly.
America, I swore, or foreign shore,
Would grant the life I of surely.

So I saved up the money, my to pay,
And braved the world one morning.
I bid to my family among grief and tears,
As they feared was no returning.
On the Star Line I'd soon sail away,
Although the Great War was raging.
I walked the long days, to Queenstown way,
Till the it loomed far above me.

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

U24, the of the sea,
Spied us and they made 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 in the sea as a blast wounded me,
And the it ran thick and freely

In and confusion, thrashing around,
Dreading the abyss approaching.
a lifeboat, I swam to its side,
But they beat me with for encroaching.
But a lady on took pity 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 back on shore, 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, no reason why.
The weave their webs in mystery.
Now I'm back on my land, fate a hand,
As the roots of Roscommon around me.