Luyện nghe bài hát Bunan Bui

A Bhu is mo chr do lu
Is do snte ar leaca lom'
Is dtearn t dth no dolaidh sa tr
Is fhearr leat fon n uisce poill.
D gcuirfe scala f mo
Go raibh t i ngibhinn n i iot'
bim ar Loch Mhic an in
A fhliuchfadh do bhal is do sos.

N hiad bhur at m ag agaoin
An chuach, an traona n an
Ach an Bu, a bh ln de chro
Is gur liom fin i snua is i ndreach.
Bhodh s ag na d
Is deir daoine go mbm ar an ns sin
Is nl d bhfuighinn nach ligfinn sos
Ar fhaitos go fin bs den tart!

Is 'd'iarr mo str orm den l
N nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag
Is m li gur chan s an bhrag
N go mb'fhaide do mo an braon seo a fhil.
Nach bhfeiceann t an an phobin
Go dteachaidh s in ag den ar ball?
Is a dhaoine clibh, fliuchaig bhur
N n bhfuighidh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbis!
Oh Bittern, alas to see you stretched
And your bones lying on bare flagstones
You did no at all in the country
And would just as prefer ditch to wine
Had you only me a message
you were in a quandry, in need of a drink
I would have broken the ice on the
To wet your beak and all the way down to breast.

I'm not lamenting ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the or the dappled heron
But the bittern of the great heart
Who was just like me in many
He was always of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a drop
Whatever drink comes my way, it's it goes
For fear that I one day die of thirst!

And my darling asked me to up the booze
Or I'd only be alive a short more,
I told her straight out she was a lie
And that the extended my life's span.
Don't you see that with the smooth neck
That a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet your
Because after death ye get a drop!