Luyện nghe bài hát My Lagan Love

Where Lagan streams sings
There blows a lily
The twilight is in her eye
The is on her hair

And like a sick Leannan si
She has my in thrall
No life I, no liberty
For is Lord of all

And when the beetles horn
Has lulled the eve to
I steal her shieling lorn
And through the doorway

There on the cricket's stone
She makes the fire
And in sweet and undertone
The song of desire