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 Ireland all
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 mother's feeble
To leave own country, it would grieve their heart sore
Oh, the tears down their cheeks, in floods they are rolling
To that I must die upon some far and foreign shore

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

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

The lint dams are gone and the are lying idle
Gone are the winders of and creels
And away the ocean, go journeyman cowboys
And fiddlers who out the old mountain reels

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

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

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