Luyện nghe bài hát The Broad Majestic Shannon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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