Luyện nghe bài hát The Broad Majestic Shannon

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

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

Take my hand and dry your tears,
Take my hand, forget your fears,
There's no pain, there's no sorrow
They're all 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 dealt and the rosary called
And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na

And the next time I see you we'll be down at the
There'll be whiskey on 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, forget your fears,
There's no pain, there's no sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years,

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