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 me a song that was pure as the breeze
On a leading up Glenaveigh

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

my hand and dry your tears, babe
Take my hand, your fears, babe
There's no pain, no more sorrow
all gone, 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 being dealt and the rosary
And a fiddle playing Dun na nGall

And the time 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 useless to bawl
a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball

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

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