Luyện nghe bài hát Izzy s Irish Rose

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

But Izzy was a cantor in the
He kept the laws of Israel with the of resolve
He didn't fancy Esther Katz, her pastrami left him
He wanted a taste of Irish love he grew too old

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

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

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

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

Now Rosie was the girl out of Sligo town
She had a head of red hair that 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 sippin' his watery
the power of Abraham coursin' down his spine
The nodded, "Oh I understand my son
The Lord many paths and yours has just begun"

So he ordered up two pints of Ireland's beer
With a couple of shots to wash 'em 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 took her to the pub down on Delancey
Her eyes lit up when she heard the till go
"Oy veh, Irish shiksa could use an honest man"

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

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

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