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

I a bird
Londonderry
It, well, maybe bringing me a cheering word
I hear a
A Shannon breeze
It, well, maybe its followed me the sea
Then me please

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

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

mist of May is in the gloamin'
And all the clouds are holdin'
So take my hand and let's go
Through the on the hill

The dew is blinking yonder
There's lazy in the air
And all I to do is wander
Through the heather on the

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

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