Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

ast night as I lay of pleasant days gone by
My mind was on rambling to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed the wind
When next I came to at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
It was on the 23rd of June the day the fair
When Boston sons and daughters and friends assemble
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 and gone, the young ones turning gray
I met the hills, hazes on as ever still
See I used to crash at his house, when I hung on Fairmount Hill

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

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