Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Little Girl From Omagh

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

cute little girls in old Strabane
They're as pretty in Monaghan
This to every eye is known
But I that I'd be out of bounds
'Cos between the northern towns
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 them all
going to marry me, oh lucky me.

Well I know what she's done to me
nothing else my eyes can see
My pretty little girl from
In the of Tyrone.

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

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

Well, I know what she's done to me
There's nothing my eyes can see
My little girl from Omagh
In the of Tyrone.

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