Luyện nghe bài hát My Lagan Love

Where pagan sing lullabies
There a lily fair
The twilight is in her eye
The night is on her

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

And often when the horn
Has lulled the eve to
I'll steal her shielding lorn
And the doorway creep

on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bog fire
And hums in sad, and undertone
The song of hearts

The of hearts desire
The song of hearts