Luyện nghe bài hát My Lagan Love

Where streams sing lullabies
blows a lily fair
The gleam is in her eye
The night is on her

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

And often when the horn
Has the eve to sleep
I'll steal into her lorn
And through the creep

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

The of hearts desire
The of hearts desire