Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

ast night as I lay dreaming of days gone by
My mind was spent on rambling to I did fly
I on board a vision and I followed with the wind
When next I came to at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
It was on the of June the day before the fair
When Boston sons and daughters and assemble there
The young, the old, the brave, and the
there till they took their fill
At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount

I went to see old friends there, to see what they say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones gray
I met the broken hills, on as ever still
See I used to crash at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount

I a fly and visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a
She threw her arm around me saying Andy I love ya
Oh, she's one Miss O'Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill

I dreamt I fought a violent war for the hand of darling gal
an angry jealous fool by the name of Danny Gill
The clock it rang in the morning, it rang loud and shrill
When I awoke in California, many from Fairmount Hill