Luyện nghe bài hát Galway Bay

If you go across the sea to Ireland,
then at the closing of your day,
you can sit and watch the rise over Claddagh,
and see the sun go on Galway Bay.

to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the making hay,
to sit beside the turf fire in a cabin,
and the barefoot gosoons as they play.

ooooh......

For the breezes blowing the sea's from Ireland,
Are perfumed by the heather as blow,
And the women in the digging praties,
Speak a that the strangers do not know.

Yet the came and tried to teach us their ways,
And they scorned us for being what we are,
But they might as well go chasin moon beams,
or light a candle from a star.

And if there's gonna be a life after,
And somehow I'm sure there's gonna be,
I ask my God to let me make my Heaven,
In that land across the Irish sea.

I ask my God to let me make my Heaven,
In my dear across the Irish sea.

oooooooh......

In my land across the Irish sea.