Luyện nghe bài hát Coinleach Glas an Fhromhair

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

The boys here are
Laughing and bold
And the of the high straw?
Are making ? ? of my brown
If the king of spain
Go with his assembled men
I flatten grass and rank grass
And I be with my brown girl

cows at the fair
If I ? and my brown girl
Go and come first
Until we go over to
Until we separate each other
The tops of the and the swan
From the ?
That won't us
And only folly for you to put it ? ?

I a letter
To my sweetheart and a sharp
She sent it to me
That her heart was me.
Compose the artsswannoble ?
Finer than silk or bird
is my sigh
When I think of being apart her.

I heard on sunday
As conversation the women
she was going to be married
To a man from the place.
take my advice
And this autumn as you are
And tell anyone, my love,
you are my love.