Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In the Jar

As I was goin' over the Cottondale
I saw Farrell and his money he was countin'
I produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
So stand up and deliver or the devil he may ya

dum a doo dum a di
Whack for my
for my daddy-o
There's in the jar

I all of his money, it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and brought it home to
She swore that she'd me, never would she leave me
But the devil take this woman for you she conned me easy

dum a doo dum a di
Whack for my
Whack for my
whiskey in the jar

Being drunk and weary I went to chamber
I took my money with me, I didn't know the
For about six or maybe in walks Captain Farrell
I up with my pistol and I shot him with both barrels

Now men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear a ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my chamber
Here I am in prison, here I am a ball and chain yeah

dum a doo dum a di
Whack for my
for my daddy-o
There's in the jar

dum a doo dum a di
Whack for my
Whack for my
There's in the jar

dum a doo dum a di
Whack for my
for my daddy-o
There's in the jar