Luyện nghe bài hát A Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow

Twas on a morning in summer
When I first his voice speakin' low
As he said to a beside him
"Who's pretty girl milking her cow?"

Och many often ye met me
And told me that I be
darling, Acushla
A Lana Mavourneen, machree

Purty girl, purty
With no one there to her how
The purt, purt, girl is now
her cow

I not the manners or graces
Of the in the world where ye move
And I have not beautiful faces
But oh, I've a heart can love

And if it ye, I'll dress me in satin
With jewels, jewels in me
But och, be after forgettin'
Your girl milking her cow

Purty girl, cow
I'm sure this would have never been wrote
If the pretty girl hadda milking her goat
But the goat feeling well anyhow
So the pretty was milking her cow

Her cow, her cow
La, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la la, la, la, la la, la, la, la
A girl milking her cow