Luyện nghe bài hát the day of my return

My name is O'Reilly
And my worked the fields
In the of old Killarney
Where I him turn the wheels
My arms hard as iron for a boy of seventeen
And I my fists for gamblin' in those wet Killarney streets

the ship left for America and I took my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear
Said a to my dear Lord
Well I fought those guineas
In the Kitchen called Hell
And I fought for their dollars
And those guineas paid me

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

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

I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall his man
I it could be done but only 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 will be jinglin' on the day of my return
The day of my

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

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

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