Luyện nghe bài hát Galway Bay

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

Just to again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadow hay,
just to sit beside the turf in a cabin,
and the barefoot gosoons as they play.

ooooh......

For the breezes blowing o'er the from Ireland,
Are perfumed by the as they blow,
And the women in the uplands praties,
Speak a language the strangers do not know.

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

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

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

oooooooh......

In my land across the Irish sea.