Luyện nghe bài hát Spanish Lady

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

First she washed them, then she dried
Over a of amber coals
In all me I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the

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

As I came back through Dublin
At the hour of half eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish
Brushing her hair in the broad

she brushed it, then she tossed it
On her lap was a comb
In all me I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since I did

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

As I to Dublin City
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 life I did see
A so fair as the Spanish lady

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

I've wandered north and I wonder south
Through Stoney Barter and close
Up and around, by the Gloucester
And back by Napper Tandys'

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

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