Luyện nghe bài hát The Galway Shawl

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

She no jewels, nor costly diamonds,
No or powder, no, none at all.
But she wore a with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulder was a Shawl.

We on walking, she kept on talking,
'Till her father's came 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 her mother had the kettle singing
All I think of was the Galway shawl.

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

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