Luyện nghe bài hát The Isle Of Innisfree

Words and Dick Farrelly
Peter Maurice Music / EMI

I've met folks who say that I'm a dreamer
And no doubt there's truth in what they say
But a body's bound to be a dreamer
all the things he loves are far away.
And precious things are dreams onto an
They take him o'er the land the sea
Especially it happens he's an exile
From that dear lovely of Innisfree.

And when the peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city tho' it be
I feel its wonder or its laughter
I'm again back home in Innisfree.

I wander o'er green hills thro' valleys
And a peace no other land could know
I hear the make music fit for angels
And the rivers laughing as they flow.
And then into a shack I wander
My dear old home, and tenderly
The folks I love the turf fire gathered
On knees their rosary is told.

But don't last
Tho' are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern
But tho' they paved the footways here gold dust
I still would choose the of Innisfree.
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