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 stepped on a vision and I followed with the wind
When next I to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
It was on the of June the day before the fair
When sons and daughters and friends assemble there
The young, the old, the brave, and the
there till they took their fill
At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile Fairmount Hill

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

I paid a fly and 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 ya still
Oh, she's one Fayes 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 in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill
I awoke in California, many miles from Fairmount Hill