Luyện nghe bài hát Izzy s Irish Rose

Izzy was a tailor the lower east side
The very man to top you off with and pride
His mother wanted him to marry a Katz from Houston
A great big strapping lump of a girl two big awkward feet

But Izzy was a in the Synagogue
He the laws of Israel with the greatest of resolve
He didn't Esther Katz, her pastrami left him cold
He wanted a taste of Irish before he grew too old

He was looking for Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann
Ever after to be known as Irish Rose
Forever and ever and ever young Ann McKnowles
Will be the of Orchard Street, Izzy's Irish rose

So, he to Rabbi Hershowitz and he said "oh me oh my
I want a wife back in bed who'll keep me satisfied"
The Rabbi nodded wisely, "I my son
I an auld one home in the bed
a menace to God and man

For she shuts up talking, morning noon til night
I have to go to the Irish pub to get some and quiet
So they sped off to the shebeen down Street
The Lord works in mysterious but he's usually discreet

For there they met Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann
after to be known as Izzy's Irish Rose
Forever and ever and young Rosie Ann McKnowles
Will be the queen of Orchard street, Izzy's Irish

Now Rosie was the finest girl out of town
She had a head of red hair stretched all of the way down
Past her derriere to her gorgeous thighs
But her crownin' were her smoldering opalescent eyes

Which she cast up at our hero his watery wine
Sent the of Abraham coursin' down his spine
The Rabbi nodded, "Oh I my son
The Lord provideth many paths and yours has begun"

So he ordered up two of Ireland's finest beer
With a couple of to wash 'em down and he said "I do declare
I the bells of heaven aringin' in me head
goy would be a joy in any son of Israel's bed"

Izzy's sacred was beside herself with grief
'Til the Rabbi her to the pub down on Delancey Street
Her eyes lit up she heard the till go clangalang
"Oy veh, that Irish could use an honest man"

So if you're on Orchard Street
And see some red men
all the seed of Izzy
Sons of to the end

But each and everyone of them'll you
Out of and home for they're sprung
From the womb of Rosie, Eileen, Statia, Ann

Oh, lookin' at Rosemary, Eileen, Statia, Ann McKnowles
Ever after to be known as Izzy's Irish
Forever and ever and ever young Rosie Ann
Will be the queen of Orchard street, Irish rose