Luyện nghe bài hát Broad Majestic Shannon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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