Luyện nghe bài hát Broad Majestic Shannon

The last time I saw you was down at the
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on cheeks
You me a song 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
the men coming from as far as Shinrone
Their in Tipperary wherever they go

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

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

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

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