Luyện nghe bài hát Galway Bay

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

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

ooooh......

For the breezes blowing o'er the sea's Ireland,
Are perfumed by the heather as blow,
And the women in the uplands praties,
a language that the strangers do not know.

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

And if there's gonna be a here 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 ask my God to let me make my Heaven,
In my dear across the Irish sea.

oooooooh......

In my dear across the Irish sea.