Luyện nghe bài hát the day of my return

My name is John
And my father the fields
In the hills of old
Where I helped him turn the
My arms grew hard as for a boy of seventeen
And I used my fists for in those wet Killarney streets

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

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Fare well fair Dover
Fare thee well, your seasons
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 full of whiskey
And my bed stayed full of
They called my a cannon-ball
My left they the same
And I left 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 nodded as I it in my shoe

[:: ::]
thee well fair Dover
Fare 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 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 that guinea didn't know that I had bet the way

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

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