Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Lady

As I came down through Dublin
At the hour of at night
Who should I spy but a lady
her feet by the candlelight

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

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

As I came through Dublin City
At the hour of half eight
Who should I spy but the lady
her hair in the broad daylight

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

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

As I to Dublin City
As the sun to set
Who should I spy but a lady
Catching a moth, in a net

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

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

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

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

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

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