Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields Of America

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

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

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

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

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

Ah, but I mind the time when old was flourishing
And of her tradesmen did work for good pay
Ah, but since our manufacturers have crossed the
Well, it's now that I must follow Amerikay

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

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