Luyện nghe bài hát Coinleach Glas an Fhromhair

On the green stubble-fields of
I saw you, my sweetheart.
Nice were feet in shoes
And your nimble gait.
Your the color of roses
And your ringlets tightly
Alas that we're not
Or on ship sailing away

The around here are
Laughing and getting
And the people of the high
Are making ? ? of my brown
If the king of would
Go with his assembled men
I would grass and rank grass
And I would be my brown girl

cows at the fair
If I were ? and my brown
Go and first love
we go over to gaoth-bearra
Until we from each other
The of the branches and the swan
From the ?
That separate us
And it's only for you to put it ? ?

I wrote a
To my sweetheart and a complaint
She sent it to me
her heart was inside me.
Compose the artsswannoble ?
than silk or bird feathers
Heavy is my
When I think of being from her.

What I on sunday
As conversation among the
she was going to be married
To a young man the place.
take my advice
And autumn stay as you are
And tell anyone, my love,
you are my love.