Luyện nghe bài hát My Lagan Love

Where pagan streams lullabies
blows a lily fair
The twilight is in her eye
The is on her hair

And like a lovesick
She hath my in thrall
No life have I, no
For love is of all

And often when the beetles
Has the eve to sleep
steal into her shielding lorn
And the doorway creep

There on the singing stone
She the bog wood fire
And hums in sad, sweet and
The song of hearts

The song of desire
The song of hearts