Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields Of America

Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the
Farewell to the girls of old all 'round
And may their hearts be as merry as ever they wish for
As far away the ocean I'm bound

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

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

So pack up your sea stores now, it no longer
Ten dollars a week very bad pay
With no taxes or tithe to devour up your wages
on the green fields of Amerikay

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

Ah, but I mind the time old Ireland was flourishing
And most of her did work for good pay
Ah, but our manufacturers have crossed the Atlantic
Well, it's now that I must follow onto

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

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