Luyện nghe bài hát Seven Nights in Eire

The first pub we could to was twelve steps from the plane
A Virgin flight to Shannon the day it didn't rain
The laughin' eyes of Ireland sparklin' blue and
hair as black as Guinness stout and barely seventeen

We're back out on the cobble stones, whiskey and high again
Liquored up and gearin' up for nights in Ireland

The corner booth is waitin' for the session to
It's as a mother's prayer till we all stumble in
And it's fifty happy mixed with whistles made of tin
And a piper man is blowin' the North Atlantic wind

And an Aran island beauty is on the violin
I wonder she miss me after seven nights in Ireland

Well, it's Day in Galway and we watched the ponies run
Fifty against the odds and came in six to one
McSwiggin the race report, he invited us on in
So we drank Catholic whiskey with all our newfound

They raised a to all of us and we all toasted them
to Michael, Tom and Pat and seven nights in Ireland

Well, we kissed all the goodbye and gathered in our gear
And when she walked me to the gate I swear I saw a
But then she looked my eyes, I knew she felt my pain
And only then I realized we were in the rain

So save our places at the pub and when the are dry again
We'll back another day for seven nights in Ireland