Luyện nghe bài hát The Broad Majestic Shannon

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

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

Take my hand and dry your tears,
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 by the gap in the wall
a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
Heard the cards being dealt and the rosary
And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na

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

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

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