Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

ast night as I lay dreaming of pleasant gone by
My mind was spent on rambling to I did fly
I on board 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 till took their fill
At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile Fairmount Hill

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

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

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