Luyện nghe bài hát The Broad Majestic Shannon

The last time I saw you was down at the
There was whiskey on and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a that was pure as the breeze
On a road up Glenaveigh

I sat for a while at the at Finnoe
Where lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming home the fair at Shinrone
Their hearts in Tipperary they go

Take my hand and dry your tears,
Take my hand, your fears, babe
no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years,

I sat for a while by the gap in the
Found a rusty tin can and an old ball
Heard the cards being dealt and the rosary
And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na

And the time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks
There'll be on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to
About a rusty tin can and an old hurley

my hand and dry your tears, babe
Take my hand, your fears, babe
There's no pain, there's no sorrow
They're all gone, in the years, babe

So I walked as the day was
small birds sang and leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats
By the majestic Shannon