Luyện nghe bài hát the day of my return

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

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

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Fare thee well Dover
Fare thee well, your 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 stayed full of
And my bed stayed of whores
They my right a cannon-ball
My they called the same
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 thousand if I'd fall his man
I it could be done but only for another two
And he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my

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

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

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

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