Luyện nghe bài hát Biddy Mulligan The Pride Of The Coombe

Biddy Mulligan, The of the Coombe

You may from Clare to the county Kildare
From Francis Street back to the
But where would you see a fine widow me?
Biddy Mulligan the of the Coombe, me boys,
Biddy Mulligan the of the Coombe.
I'm a buxom fine widow, I live in a
In Dublin, they it the Coombe.
Me shops and me are laid out on the street,
And me palace of one room.
I apples and oranges, nuts and sweet peas,
Bananas and sugar sweet.
On a Saturday night I second-hand clothes,
the floor of me stall in the street.

I sell fish on a Friday, spread out on a
The you'll find in the sea.
But the best is my herrings, Dublin Bay herrings,
There's herrings for and tea.
I a son, Mick, he's great on the flute,
He in the Longford Street band;
It would do your heart good for to see him out
On a for Dollymount Strand.

In the park, on a Sunday, I make a dash;
The neighbors on in surprise.
my Aberdeen shawlie thrown over my head,
I dazzle the of their eyes.
At Street corner, for sixty-four years,
I've stood, and no one can
That while I stood there, nobody could
To say black was the of my eye.

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