Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Little Girl From Omagh

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

cute little girls in old Strabane
They're as pretty in Monaghan
This to every roving eye is
But I guess that I'd be out of
'Cos there between the northern
There's a pretty little girl from
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 marry me, oh me.

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

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

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

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

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