Luyện nghe bài hát My Lagan Love

Where pagan streams sing
There a lily fair
The gleam is in her eye
The night is on her

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

And often the beetles horn
Has the eve to sleep
steal into her shielding lorn
And through the doorway

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

The song of hearts
The song of desire