Luyện nghe bài hát Galway Bay

If you ever go the sea to Ireland,
maybe at the closing of your day,
you can sit and watch the moon over Claddagh,
and see the sun go down on Bay.

to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the making hay,
just to sit the turf fire in a cabin,
and watch the barefoot as they play.

ooooh......

For the blowing o'er the sea's from Ireland,
Are perfumed by the as they blow,
And the women in the digging praties,
Speak a that the strangers do not know.

Yet the strangers came and tried to us their ways,
And they us just for being what we are,
But they might as well go after moon beams,
or light a penny from a star.

And if there's gonna be a life after,
And faith somehow I'm there's gonna be,
I ask my God to let me make my Heaven,
In that land across the Irish sea.

I ask my God to let me make my Heaven,
In my dear across the Irish sea.

oooooooh......

In my dear land the Irish sea.