Luyện nghe bài hát Aisling

See the moon is once rising
Above our our of black and green
Hear the voice is calling
I shall not die, you bury me

Hear the in bed a dying
is my Johnny?
Faded in the hallway
Which one of these ghosts is he?

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

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

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

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

Fare well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own
Thoughts of and dreams of you haunt me
I come back home again

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