Luyện nghe bài hát Galway Bay

If you ever go the seas to Ireland
maybe at the closing of your day
You sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh
And see the sun go down on Bay

To again the ripple of the trout stream
The in the meadows making hay
To sit beside the fire in the cabin
And watch the goosoons at their play

Oh. the blowing o'er the sea from Ireland
Are by the heather as they blow
And the women in the upland digging
Speak a language that the do not know

For the came and tried to teach us their ways
scorned us just for being what we are
But might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle from a

And if there's to be a life hereafter
And somehow I am there's going to be
I ask my God to let me make my heaven
In fair land beyond the Irish Sea