Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields Of America

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

My father is old and my mother's right
To leave their own country, it grieve their heart sore
Oh, the down their cheeks, in great floods they are rolling
To think I must 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 fields of Amerikay, they daily are calling
It's I'll find an end to my misery and strife

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

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

Ah, but I mind the when old Ireland was flourishing
And most of her tradesmen did work for pay
Ah, but since our manufacturers crossed the Atlantic
Well, it's now that I must follow onto

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

So pack up your sea now, consider 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