Luyện nghe bài hát Irish Orchid

You down in Cork south of Dublin
green eyes surrounded by your pale porcelain skin.
Yes a flower I picked you out of a field that was covered in dew.
Yes you were covered, covered in dew a graceful bee orchid.
Thats never to sting.
The word is the word is and loving.

Curves like the hills of the moor.
You are oh so very wealthy and in far from poor.
and so young a fiery red head in the weave of this land a golden thread.
Yes in the weave a golden more talents than the strings on a harp.
mind not blunt but very sharp.
The word is the word is and loving.