Luyện nghe bài hát The Green Fields of America (or Canada)

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

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

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

So up your 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
on the green fields of Amerikay

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

Ah, but I mind the time old Ireland was flourishing
And most of her did work for good pay
Ah, but since our have crossed the Atlantic
Well, it's now that I follow onto Amerikay

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

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