Luyện nghe bài hát These Islands Green

by Williamson

O where I was born
And I have been
It is days months come long years
my home I have seen
All North America
From to shore I roamed
It's thinking often all the
And how would I get

And all friends what may betide
So dear so far
And the green and pleasant
Where erst I spent my
And when the road is hard and
I call to mind
Old Scotland's vales and dales
And the love I behind

But this rolling no poet's home
Nor has been since fall
Through hollow and hilly lands
Where the lonesome calls
His notes evokes a key
As you can
Which makes us roving all
From our native

So me kindly as I go
As heaven require
A rest and a friendly word
Are all that I
And a glass of your whiskey bring
In the height of my good
And I'll think on it many a mile
When I am gone from

take the good times with the bad
Times are nothing
I've the while that fortune smiles
On them can endure
Ah but I trust in Providence
No where I roam
And honest ways and honest
Will lead us all safe