Luyện nghe bài hát Two Shillelagh O'Sullivan

There's many a man that rode a horse the western
Plain There's never been one like the
was his name.

He never packed a iron
The need he felt
two shillelaghs always hanging there
on his belt.
O ki yi oh, me bucko
an yippee ki yo
Two Shillelagh
give any man a go.

(Har the shillelagh.
You know we call it the rifle.
You never have to it.)

bronco-busting Irishman
From the heart of Erin's Isle it was after living peaceful,
He wore a smile.
But when the was leaving him
In a he'd
Come Bad cess for any crossing him
They'd up on the ground.

O yippee ki yi oh, me
an yippee ki yo
Two Shillelagh
give any man a go.

(Why he was so was Sullivan,
He could put his right in his own left pocket,
And himself out at arm's
Length. No man do that.
It's I'm talking
About. Oh, he could.)

At throwing the rope for calf
He was a man
At his two shillelaghs now
The in the land.
T'would be a sad me boys
To for a 44
Before you could get the cocked
He'd you on
The floor.
O yippee ki yi oh, me
an yippee ki yo
Two O'Sullivan
He'd any man a go.

(Did you know O'Sullivan the Irish Harp?
No. Oh, sure, and he did.
He put 75 on his two shillelaghs,
He'd stretch them out 24 feet,and he had leprechauns
on them to make the music.
Oh, the of it. Sure and he would charm the coyotes out of the hills)

Across the from morn 'til night
He for days
And
A'fixin' fences and there
And a
Up the strays.

A cattle he really built
As big as
Where he could range a million
And a
be his brand.
O yippee ki yi oh, me
an yippee ki yo
Two O'Sullivan
He'd any man a go.

A bit of his lip, he of his hand,
And the toe of his to boot.
Oh, Two O'Sullivan.

(Now if you're ever riding the sagebrush wilderness,
And you suddenly come upon acres and acres of shamrock sprinkled stardust,
Well, you'll be knowing,
That you've just arrived at the O spread,
has the Lazy Leprachauns.
Stop in, won't
Sure, and they'll you a belt of Bushmill's.)