Luyện nghe bài hát The Love Of My Life

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Meg
At years I was blue ans sad.
father said I should find a lad.
So I set out to a wife,
An' found the love of my life.
His name it was Chris, and the was MacGill.
I met him one night pickin' on the hill.
He had lots of charm an' a certain o' touch,
An a certain of eagerness that pleased me very much.
so there 'neath the moon where romance springs,
I him my heart--an' a few other things.
I don't know how long I stayed up on the hill,
But the moon had disappeared, and so had MacGill.
So I went home an' I I'd die,
Till Father said, make try.
So out I went to a wife,
An' found the love of my lfe.
He came from the lowlands, the said he.
I saw him an' knew he was for me.
one thing that puzzled me an' it always will,
Was he told me he had heard me from his friend MacGill.
We quick fell in an' went down by the creek.
The next day he he'd be back in a week,
An' I he would, for now how was I to know
That of all the laddies, there was never one as low!
I told my father the truth.
He said, "What Ye've got your youth."
So out I mad to be a wife,
An' found the love of my life.
Oh, he was a poet, a was he.
He read me some he had written for me.
He they would move me, these poems from his pen,
An' how right he was, because they me right into the glen.
We stayed till the dawn an' lighted the sky,
I shook his hand an' I bid him good-bye.
I went back, for what I had heard was true:
That a poet only writes about the he cannot do.
My pa said, "Look out for men who think.
Ye'll be certain with men who drink."
So out I to become a wife,
An' the real love of my life.
Oh, he was a solier, a fine son.
He me about all the battle he'd won.
He his time tellin' me about his might,
For one look at him me to not put up a fight.
We skirmished for hours that in the glen,
an' I found the has more might than the pen,
But I was drowsin' I snored to my dismay,
An' he thought it was a an' got up an' marched away.
Now Pa said, "Daughter, there be one,
Someone true, or too old to run."
So I'm lookin' to be a wife,
An' find the real of my life.