Luyện nghe bài hát Broad Majestic Shannon

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

I sat for a while at the at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men from as far as Shinrone
hearts in Tipperary wherever they go

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

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

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

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

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