Luyện nghe bài hát The Broad Majestic Shannon

The last time I saw you was down at the
There was whiskey on Sunday and on our cheeks
You sang me a that was pure as the breeze
On a road leading up

I sat for a while at the cross at
Where lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming home from the fair at
hearts in Tipperary wherever they go

Take my and dry your tears, babe
my hand, forget your fears, babe
There's no pain, no more sorrow
They're all gone, in the years, babe

I sat for a by the gap in the wall
Found a rusty tin can and an old ball
the cards being dealt and the rosary called
And a fiddle Sean Dun na nGall

And the time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks
There'll be whiskey on and tears on our cheeks
For it's stupid to laugh and useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old hurley

Take my hand and dry your tears,
Take my hand, forget your fears,
There's no pain, no more sorrow
They're all gone, in the years, babe

So I as the day was dawning
Where small sang and leaves were falling
Where we watched the row boats landing
By the majestic Shannon