Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields Of America

Farewell to the of shillelagh and the shamrock
Farewell to the of old Ireland all 'round
And may their hearts be as merry as ever they wish for
As far o'er the ocean I'm bound

My is old and my mother's right feeble
To leave their own country, it would grieve heart sore
Oh, the down their cheeks, in great floods they are rolling
To that I must 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 my life
The green fields of Amerikay, they daily are
It's there I'll find an end to my 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 to devour up your wages
Across on the fields of Amerikay

The lint dams are gone and the are lying 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 time old Ireland was flourishing
And most of her tradesmen did work for pay
Ah, but our manufacturers have crossed the Atlantic
Well, it's now that I must onto Amerikay

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

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 devour up wages
Across on the green fields of