Luyện nghe bài hát the day of my return

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

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

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

Well I in New York City and I fought the Jersey shores
My gut full of whiskey
And my bed full of whores
They called my a cannon-ball
My left they called the
And I left them all a-lyin' half in and half in shame

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

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

Well they rang the bell two
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 talk about to-day
For that didn't know that I had bet the other way

Well covered every dock
And port there on the coast
Looking for the double-crosser who had turned 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 fair
Fare well, your seasons turn
My will be jinglin' on the day of my return
The day of my