Luyện nghe bài hát The Loch Tay Boat Song

When I've my work of day
And I row my boat
the waters o' Loch Tay
As the evening is fading
And I look up on Ben
Where the afterglory
And I think on two eyes
And the mouth below
She's my nighean rue
my joy, my sorrow too
And although she is
Well I cannot without her
For my a boat in tow
And I'd give the to know
Why she to let me go
As I sing horee,
Nighean Ruadh, lovely hair
Has more glamour I
Than all the rare
Killin and Aberfeldy
Be they lint white, or gold
Be they blacker the sloe
They are worth no to me
Than the flake o' snow
Her are like the gleam
O' the sunlight on the
And the song the sing
like songs she sings at milking
But my heart is of woe
For night she bade me go
And the begin to flow
As I horee, horo.