Luyện nghe bài hát Gartan Mother's Lullaby

Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums the silent fall;
Eeval from the grey rock comes to the world in thrall.
A lyan van o, my child, my joy, my love and desire.
The sing you lullaby beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of
Sheevra sails his boat 'til morn the starry bog.
A lyan van o, the paly moon brimm'd her cusp in dew
And weeps to the sad, sleep tune I sing, o love, to you.
Sleep, O babe, ...