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 moon 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 watch the barefoot as they play.

ooooh......

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

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

And if there's gonna be a life after,
And somehow 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 the Irish sea.

oooooooh......

In my land across the Irish sea.