Luyện nghe bài hát Coinleach Glas an Fhromhair

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

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

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

I wrote a
To my sweetheart and a complaint
She sent it to me
That her heart was me.
the artsswannoble person ?
Finer silk or bird feathers
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.