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.
hair the color of roses
And your ringlets plaited
Alas we're not married
Or on board ship sailing

The boys around are
and getting bold
And the people of the straw?
Are making ? ? of my brown
If the king of spain
Go abroad with his men
I would flatten grass and grass
And I be with my brown girl

cows at the fair
If I were ? and my girl
Go and come love
Until we go over to
we separate from each other
The tops of the branches and the
the waves ?
That separate us
And only folly for you to put it ? ?

I a letter
To my sweetheart and a complaint
She sent it to me
That her heart was me.
Compose the person ?
Finer silk or bird feathers
is my sigh
When I of being apart from her.

What I heard on
As conversation the women
she was going to be married
To a man from the place.
Sweetheart take my
And autumn stay as you are
And don't anyone, my love,
you are my love.