Luyện nghe bài hát The Emigrant's Farewell

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

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

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

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

Our artists, our farmers, our are leaving
To seek for far over the sea
Where get their riches with care and with industry
There's but hardship at home if you stay

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

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