Luyện nghe bài hát Bunan Bui

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

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

Is 'd'iarr mo str orm den l
N nach beo ach seal beag gearr:
Is dirt m li gur chan s an
N go do mo shaol an braon seo a fhil.
bhfeiceann t an an phobin ridh
Go dteachaidh s in ag den tart ar
Is a clibh, fliuchaig bhur mbal
N n sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mbis!
Oh Yellow Bittern, to see you stretched
And your there lying on bare flagstones
You did no harm at all in the
And would just as prefer ditch to wine
Had you only sent me a
That you were in a quandry, in 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 your ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the heron
But the bittern of the great heart
Who was like me in many ways
He was always of the sup
And people say I'm of a drop myself
Whatever drink comes my way, down it goes
For fear I might one day die of thirst!

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