Luyện nghe bài hát The Star of the County Down

Banbridge in the County Down*
One morning July,
From a green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare
To the sheen of her nut brown
a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was there.

From Bantry Bay into Quay
Galway to Dublin Town
No maid I've like the fair colleen
That I met in the Down
As she onward sped, sure I my head,
And I with a feelin' rare,
And I says, I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut hair?
He at me and he says, says he,
"That's the gem of crown.
Young Rosie McCann the banks of the Bann,
the star of the County Down."

The Harvest she'll be surely there
And dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat right
For a smile my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust brown.
my smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the Down.