Luyện nghe bài hát The Galway Shawl

At Oranmore in the Galway,
One pleasant evening in the of May,
I spied a damsel, she was young and
Her beauty fairly my breath away.

She no jewels, nor costly diamonds,
No paint or powder, no, at all.
But she wore a with a ribbon on it
And her shoulder was a Galway Shawl.

We kept on walking, she on talking,
'Till her father's cottage into view.
she, "Come in, sir, and meet my father,
And play to him The Foggy Dew."

She sat me beside the fire
I could see her father, he was six tall.
And soon her mother had the singing
All I could of was the Galway shawl.

I played The Blackbird and The Stack of
Rodney's Glory and The Dew
She each note like an Irish linnet.
Whilst the stood in her eyes of blue.

early, early, all in the morning,
When I hit the for old Donegal.
She said goodbye, sir, she and kissed me,
And my heart remained with that shawl.