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 be as merry as ever they could wish for
As far away o'er the ocean I'm

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

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

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

The lint dams are gone and the are lying idle
are the winders of baskets and creels
And away o'er the ocean, go journeyman
And who play out the old mountain reels

Ah, but I mind the time when old was flourishing
And most of her did work for good pay
Ah, but since our have crossed the Atlantic
Well, now that I must follow onto Amerikay

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

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