Luyện nghe bài hát Two Shillelagh O'Sullivan

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

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

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

This bronco-busting
From the of Erin's Isle it was after living peaceful, like
He wore a smile.
But when the smile was him
In a fight
Come Bad cess for any crossing him
wind up on the ground.

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

(Why he was so was Sullivan,
He could put his right hand in his own pocket,
And himself out at arm's
Length. No man do that.
O'Sullivan 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.
be a sad mistake me boys
To for a 44
Before you could get the cocked
He'd you on
The floor.
O ki yi oh, me bucko
an yippee ki yo
Two Shillelagh
He'd any man a go.

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

Across the range from morn night
He rode for
And
A'fixin' fences here and
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 Shillelagh
give 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 upon acres and acres of shamrock sprinkled with stardust,
Well, you'll be knowing,
you've just arrived at the O Sullivan spread,
Known has the Leprachauns.
Stop in, won't
Sure, and give you a belt of Bushmill's.)