Luyện nghe bài hát the day of my return

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

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

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thee well fair Dover
Fare thee well, your 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 full of whores
They called my a cannon-ball
My left called the same
And I them all a-lyin' half in blood and half in shame

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

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

Well they the bell two times
I let him have my nose
And I let him my left until my eye was swollen closed
I let loose a right that they still talk about to-day
For that guinea know that I had bet the other way

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

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