Luyện nghe bài hát My Lagan Love

Where pagan streams sing
There blows a lily
The twilight is in her eye
The is on her hair

And like a lovesick
She hath my heart in
No life I, no liberty
For love is of all

And often when the beetles
Has the eve to sleep
I'll steal into her shielding
And through the doorway

There on the cricket's singing
She the bog wood fire
And hums in sad, sweet and
The of hearts desire

The song of hearts
The song of desire