Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields Of America

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

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

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

So pack up sea stores now, consider it no longer
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 winders of and creels
And away o'er the ocean, go cowboys
And fiddlers who play out the old mountain

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

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

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