Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Little Girl From Omagh

Way up in the in old Tyrone
a pretty little girl I call my own
She's the sweetest Ireland's ever grown
And sure as the moon and above
I'm falling head over heels in
a pretty little girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

There's little girls in old Strabane
They're just as pretty in
This to roving eye is known
But I guess that I'd be out of
'Cos there between the northern
a pretty little girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

She my ring and tells her friends
She going to me
Best of all she tells all
She's to marry me, oh lucky me.

Well I don't know what done to me
There's else my eyes can see
My pretty girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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T'was down in south in old
I recall the yellow dress she
She strolled along the shore there all
But I guess it was my day
When she came on holiday
My pretty girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

She wears my ring and her friends
She to marry me
Best of all she tells all
She's going to me, oh lucky me.

Well, I don't know what done to me
nothing else my eyes can see
My little girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

My little girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone...