Luyện nghe bài hát the day of my return

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

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

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

Well I fought in New York City and I fought the shores
My gut stayed of whiskey
And my bed stayed full of
They called my a cannon-ball
My left they called the
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 if I'd fall 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

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

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

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

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