Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields Of America

Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the
Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all
And may their hearts be as as ever they could 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 their heart
Oh, the tears down their cheeks, in great floods 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 fields of Amerikay, they are calling
there I'll find an end to my misery and strife

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

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

Ah, but I mind the when old Ireland 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 onto Amerikay

And now to and to finish my ditty
If a friendless Irishman should happen my way
With the in the house, I will greet him and welcome him
At home on the fields of Amerikay

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