Luyện nghe bài hát the day of my return

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

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

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

Well I fought in New City and I fought the Jersey shores
My gut full of whiskey
And my bed stayed of whores
They called my a cannon-ball
My left they called the
And I left them all a-lyin' half in blood and 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 it could be done but only for another two
And he smiled at me and as I stuck it in my shoe

[:: ::]
Fare thee 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 my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen
Then I let loose a right that they still talk to-day
For that guinea didn't that I had bet the other way

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

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