Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Lady

As I down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at
Who should I spy but a lady
Washing her feet by the

she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of coals
In all me life I did see
A maid so sweet the soul

for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

As I came back through City
At the hour of past eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish
her hair in the broad daylight

First she it, then she tossed it
On her lap was a comb
In all me life I did see
A maid so fair since I did

for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady
for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

As I returned to Dublin
As the sun to set
Who I spy but a Spanish lady
a moth, in a golden net

First she saw me, she fled me
Lifted her petticoats o'er her
In all me I ne'er did see
A maid so fair as the lady

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray
for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

I've wandered and I have wonder south
Stoney Barter and Patrick's close
Up and around, by the Diamond
And back by Napper house

Auld age has laid her on me
as a fire of ashy coals
But there is the love of me lady
A so sweet about the soul

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray
for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye

Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray
for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye