Luyện nghe bài hát Blackwaterside

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