Luyện nghe bài hát Two Shillelagh O'Sullivan

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

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

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

bronco-busting Irishman
From the heart of Isle it was after living peaceful, like
He always a smile.
But when the was leaving him
In a fight
unwound Bad cess for any crossing him
They'd up on the ground.

O ki yi oh, me bucko
B'gorrah an ki yo
Two Shillelagh
He'd 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 throwing his two now
The in the land.
T'would be a sad mistake me
To for a 44
you could get the hammer cocked
He'd you on
The floor.
O yippee ki yi oh, me
B'gorrah an ki yo
Two O'Sullivan
He'd any man a go.

(Did you O'Sullivan played the Irish 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 them to the music.
Oh, the wonder of it. Sure and he would the coyotes out of the hills)

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

A cattle spread he really
As big as
he could range a million head
And a
be his brand.
O ki yi oh, me bucko
B'gorrah an 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 through the wilderness,
And you suddenly come upon acres and acres of sprinkled with stardust,
Well, you'll be knowing,
That you've arrived at the O Sullivan spread,
has the Lazy Leprachauns.
Stop in, won't
Sure, and they'll you a belt of Bushmill's.)