Luyện nghe bài hát These Islands Green

by Williamson

Scotland O I was born
And happy I been
It is days come months come long
Since my home I seen
All over North
From shore to shore I
It's often all the while
And how would I get

And all good what may betide
So dear so far
And the and pleasant countryside
Where erst I spent my
And when the road is hard and
I oftimes call to
Old vales and Scotland's dales
And the love I left

But this rolling world's no poet's
Nor has since Man's fall
hollow lands and hilly lands
Where the lonesome sparrow
His evokes a broken key
As you can
Which makes us strangers all
From our native

So treat me as I go
As heaven require
A safe rest and a friendly
Are all I desire
And a glass of your good whiskey
In the of my good cheer
And I'll think on it kindly a mile
I am gone from here

I'll take the good times the bad
are nothing sure
I've learned the that fortune smiles
On that can endure
Ah but I trust in Providence
No where I roam
And honest ways and days
lead us all safe home