Luyện nghe bài hát Broad Majestic Shannon

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

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

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

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

And the next I see you we'll be down at the Greeks
There'll be on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
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 fears, babe
There's no pain, there's no sorrow
They've all gone, in the years, babe

So I walked as day was
As birds sang when leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats
On the majestic Shannon