Luyện nghe bài hát The Broad Majestic Shannon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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