Luyện nghe bài hát The Emigrant's Farewell

Farewell to old Ireland, the land of my
Which now and I am going to leave
to the shores where the shamrock is growing
It's the bright spot of beauty and the of the brave

I think on its valleys fond admiration
Though never its bright hills will I see
I'm bind for to cross the swelling ocean
In search of fame and fortune and of sweet

Our ship at the present in Derry harbor
To bear us away across the wide sea
May be her companion and grant her fair breezes
we reach the green fields of America

It's hard to be forced from the land that we in
Our houses and farms, all for to sell
To wander among Indians and strangers
To find some sweet spot where our might dwell

Our artists, our farmers, our tradesmen are
To seek for employment far the sea
Where they'll get their riches with care and industry
There's nothing but hardship at home if you

Let's cheer up your spirits, you lads and you
There's gold for the digging and of it too
A health to the heart that has courage to
Bad luck to the lad or the that would rue

call for a bumper of ale, wine and brandy
We'll drink to the of those far away
Our will all warm at the thought of old Ireland
When we're in the fields of America