Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

ast night as I lay dreaming of days gone by
My was spent on rambling to Boston 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 Boston sons and daughters and friends there
The young, the old, the brave, and the
Came there they took their fill
At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile Fairmount Hill

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

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

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