Luyện nghe bài hát The Broad Majestic Shannon

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

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

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

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

And the next time I see you be down at the Greeks
be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it's stupid to 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 walked as the day was
Where small sang and leaves were falling
we once watched the row boats landing
By the broad Shannon