Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields Of America

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

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

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

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

The dams are gone and the looms are lying idle
Gone are the winders of and creels
And away the ocean, go journeyman cowboys
And fiddlers who play out the old reels

Ah, but I mind the time old Ireland was flourishing
And most of her did work for good pay
Ah, but since our manufacturers crossed the Atlantic
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 best in the house, I greet him and welcome him
At home on the green of Amerikay

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