Luyện nghe bài hát Two Shillelagh O'Sullivan

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

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

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

bronco-busting Irishman
From the heart of Erin's Isle it was living peaceful, like
He always a smile.
But when the smile was him
In a he'd
Come unwound Bad cess for any him
wind up on the ground.

O ki yi oh, me bucko
B'gorrah an ki yo
Two O'Sullivan
He'd any man a go.

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

At the rope for branding 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
Before you get the hammer cocked
have you on
The floor.
O yippee ki yi oh, me
B'gorrah an ki yo
Two Shillelagh
give 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 to make the music.
Oh, the wonder of it. Sure and he would charm the out of the hills)

Across the range from 'til night
He rode for
And
fences here and there
And a
Up the strays.

A cattle he really built
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
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 ever riding through the sagebrush wilderness,
And you suddenly upon acres and acres of shamrock sprinkled with stardust,
Well, be after knowing,
you've just arrived at the O Sullivan spread,
Known has the Leprachauns.
Stop in, you?
Sure, and they'll you a belt of Bushmill's.)