Luyện nghe bài hát Broad Majestic Shannon

The time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on your
You me a song as pure as the breeze
On a road up Glenaveigh

I sat for a while at the cross at
Where young would meet when the flowers were in bloom
the men coming from as far as Shinrone
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever go

Take my hand and dry tears, babe
Take my hand, your fears, babe
no pain, there's no more sorrow
They've all gone, in the years, babe

I sat for a by the gap in the wall
a rusty tin can and an old Hurley ball
Heard the cards being dealt and the called
And a playing 'Sean Dun Na Ngall'

And the next time I see you be down at the Greeks
There'll be on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl
About a tin can and an old Hurley ball

Take my and dry your tears, babe
my hand, forget your fears, babe
There's no pain, there's no sorrow
They've all gone, gone in the years,

So I walked as day was
As small birds sang when leaves falling
Where we once the row boats landing
On the broad majestic