Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields Of America

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

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

But what matter to me, my bones they may lie buried
If in peace and I can spend my life
The green 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 isn't bad pay
With no taxes or tithe there to up your wages
Across on the green fields of

The lint dams are gone and the looms are idle
Gone are the of baskets and creels
And away o'er the ocean, go cowboys
And fiddlers who out the old mountain reels

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

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

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