Luyện nghe bài hát the day of my return

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

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

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Fare thee well Dover
Fare thee well, seasons turn
My pockets will be on the day of my return
The day of my

Well I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey
My gut stayed of whiskey
And my bed full of whores
They my right a cannon-ball
My left they the same
And I them all a-lyin' half in blood 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 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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thee well fair Dover
Fare thee well, 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 left until my eye was closed
Then I let loose a that they still talk about to-day
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the way

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

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