Luyện nghe bài hát The Broad Majestic Shannon

The time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our
You sang me a song that was pure as the
On a road leading up

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

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

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

And the next time I see you we'll be down at the
be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it's to laugh and it's useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old ball

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

So I as the day was dawning
Where small birds sang and were falling
Where we watched the row boats landing
By the broad majestic