Luyện nghe bài hát Broad Majestic Shannon

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

I sat for a while at the at Finnoe
Where young lovers would when 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,
Take my hand, forget your fears,
no pain, there's no more sorrow
They've all gone, gone in the years,

I sat for a while by the gap in the
Found a rusty tin can and an old ball
Heard the cards dealt and the rosary called
And a fiddle playing 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 stupid to laugh and it's to bawl
About a tin can and an old Hurley ball

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

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