Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields Of America

Farewell to the of shillelagh and the shamrock
to the girls of old Ireland all 'round
And may their hearts be as merry as they could wish for
As far away o'er the I'm bound

My father is old and my mother's feeble
To leave own country, it would grieve their heart sore
Oh, the tears down their cheeks, in great floods are rolling
To that I must die upon some far and foreign shore

But matter to me, where my bones they may lie buried
If in and contentment I can spend my life
The fields of Amerikay, they daily are calling
It's there find an end to my misery and strife

So pack up your sea stores now, it no longer
Ten dollars a isn't very bad pay
no taxes or tithe there to devour up your wages
Across on the green of Amerikay

The lint dams are gone and the looms are idle
are the winders of baskets and creels
And away the ocean, go journeyman cowboys
And fiddlers who play out the old mountain

Ah, but I the time when old Ireland was flourishing
And most of her tradesmen did for good pay
Ah, but since our have crossed the Atlantic
Well, it's now that I must onto Amerikay

And now to conclude and to finish my
If e'er a friendless Irishman should my way
With the best in the house, I greet him and welcome him
At home on the green of Amerikay

So pack up your sea stores now, consider it no
Ten a week isn't very bad pay
With no taxes or tithe to devour up your wages
Across on the fields of Amerikay