Luyện nghe bài hát the day of my return

My is John O'Reilly
And my father worked the
In the hills of old
Where I helped him the wheels
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of
And I used my fists for gamblin' in those wet streets

Well the ship for America and I took my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear
Said a prayer to my dear
Well I fought those sorry
In the Kitchen they Hell
And I them for their dollars
And guineas paid me well

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Fare well fair Dover
Fare thee well, seasons turn
My pockets be jinglin' on the day of my return
The day of my

Well I fought in New York and I fought the Jersey shores
My gut stayed of whiskey
And my bed stayed full of
They my right a cannon-ball
My left called the same
And I left them all a-lyin' in blood and half in shame

Well I met a man on '32 and he out his hand
And he offered me a thousand if I'd before his man
I said it could be done but for another two
And he at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe

[:: ::]
Fare well fair Dover
thee well, your seasons turn
My pockets be jinglin' on the day of my return
The day of my

they rang the bell two times
Before I let him my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen
Then I let loose a right they still talk about to-day
For that guinea didn't know I had bet the other way

Well they every dock
And port there on the coast
Looking for the double-crosser who had turned a ghost
But I was on a my friend that rode the other way
And I'll sail from California back to Dublin one day

(TWICE)
Fare thee well fair
Fare thee well, your seasons
My pockets will be jinglin' on the day of my
The day of my