Luyện nghe bài hát the day of my return

My name is John
And my father worked the
In the of old Killarney
I helped him turn the wheels
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of
And I used my fists for gamblin' in those wet Killarney

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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