Luyện nghe bài hát Blessed Wild Apple Girl

Gypsy Girl, oh twisty
Sat the stoney pale mare
Eve, by the fires you grieve
With your deep hair

(chorus)
Wild Apple Girl move along now
Blessed Wild Apple Girl move now
Wild Apple Girl

Gypsy girl, oh girl
Your hands are with flowers
Tangled torn, so stately
For a throne in the (hill) of Ireland

(chorus)

Fools have said the hills are
But her is a rose of the Shee
A silver sword by an ford
Was my gift from child of the trees

(chorus to end)