Luyện nghe bài hát Aisling

See the moon is once more
Above our our land of black and
Hear the rebels is calling
I shall not die, though you me

Hear the aunt in bed a
Where is my
Faded pictures in the
Which one of these brown is he?

Fare thee my black haired diamond
the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will me
'Till I come back home

And the wind it blows, to the north and
And blows to the and west
I'll be like that wind my love
For I will have no rest, 'til I to thee

Bless the wind that shakes the
the spade and curse the plough
Waking in the morning
I wish to hell, I was you now

One, two, three, four poles
Give me a drink of
from the mountains crawling
When I met you my own Aisling

Fare thee well my haired diamond
Fare the well my own
of and dreams of you will haunt me
Till I back home again

Fare thee well my black diamond
the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and of you will haunt me
Till I come back home