Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

ast night as I lay dreaming of days gone by
My mind was spent on to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I with the wind
When next I to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
It was on the 23rd of June the day before the
When Boston sons and daughters and friends there
The young, the old, the brave, and the
Came till they took their fill
At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount

I to see old friends there, to see what they might say
The old ones all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
I met the broken hills, 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 around me saying Andy I ya still
Oh, one Miss Fayes O'Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill

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