Luyện nghe bài hát HOW ARE THINGS IN GLOCCA MORRA?* / THE HEATHER ON THE HILL**

I a bird
Londonderry
It, well, maybe he's me a cheering word
I a breeze
A river breeze
It, well, maybe its me across the sea
Then tell me

How are things in Morra?
Is that little still leaping there?
Does it run down to donny cove
Through Kenny banks, Kilcarrey and
How are in glocca morra?
Is willow tree still weeping there?
Does that with the twinklin' eye
Come by?
And he walk away
Sad and there
Not to see me

So I ask each weeping
And each brook the way
And each lad that comes a
To
How are in Glocca Morra
This fine

**The mist of May is in the
And all the clouds are still
So my hand and let's go roamin'
Through the on the hill

The mornin' dew is blinking
There's music in the air
And all I want to do is
Through the heather on the

may be other days as rich and rare
There may be springs as full and fare
But won't be the same
come and go
But this I know

*How are things in Morra?
Is that calling to relay?
Can we meet in Glocca
fine day?
Some day