Luyện nghe bài hát Blackwaterside

(Traditional)
One fair, I took the air
by Blackwaterside
'Twas in gazing all me
the Irish lad I spied
All through the first of the night
We did laid, sport and
And this young man arose, he gathered his
Saying, "Fare thee today"
not the promise that you gave to me
When the first you lay on my
You could make me believe with lying tongue
the sun rose in the west
Go home, go home, to your father's
Go home and weep fill
And think upon your own
That wrought with your wanton will
There's not a girl in this whole
As led as I
And when the sky does fall and the will run dry
White stand, you'll I