Luyện nghe bài hát The Women of Ireland

There's a woman in Erin who'd give me and my fill of ale;
There's a woman in Ireland who'd my strains to strings being played;
a woman in Eirinn and nothing would please her more
Than to see me or in a grave lying cold.

There's a woman in who'd be mad with envy if I was kissed
By another on fair-day, have strange ways, but I love them all;
There are women always adore, battalions of women and more
And there's this sensuous beauty and she to an ugly boar.

There's a woman who promised if I'd wander with her I'd find gold
A woman in night dress with a loveliness more than the woman
Who vexed Ballymoyer and the of Tyrone;
And the only for my pain I'm sure is the ale-house down the road.