Luyện nghe bài hát Coinleach Glas an Fhromhair

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

The around here are
Laughing and bold
And the of the high straw?
Are making ? ? of my brown
If the of spain would
Go abroad his assembled men
I would flatten grass and grass
And I would be my brown girl

Buying cows at the
If I ? and my brown girl
Go and first love
Until we go to gaoth-bearra
Until we from each other
The tops of the branches and the
the waves ?
That separate us
And it's folly for you to put it ? ?

I a letter
To my and a sharp complaint
She it back to me
her heart was inside me.
Compose the artsswannoble ?
Finer than silk or bird
Heavy is my
When I of being apart from her.

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