Luyện nghe bài hát Galway Bay

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

Just to again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the making hay,
just to sit beside the fire in a cabin,
and the barefoot gosoons as they 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,
Speak a language that the do not know.

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

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

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

oooooooh......

In my dear land across the sea.