Luyện nghe bài hát Back Home In Derry

Back In Derry
(Traditional melody; by B Sands)

In 1803 we out to sea
Out from the sweet of Derry
For Australia bound if we all drown
And the marks of our we carried
And rusty iron chains we sighed for our
As our good wives we left home in
As the main sails our curses we hurled
On the English and of tomorrow

I wish I was back in Derry

I wish I was back home in

I them to hell as our bough fought the swell
Our ship like a moth in the firelight
White horses high as the Devil passed by
Taking souls to by twilight
Five weeks out to sea we now forty-three
Our comrades we each morning
And in our own slime we were lost and on
Endless without dawning

Van land is a hell for a man
To out his life in slavery
Where is raw and the gun makes the law
Neither wind or rain for bravery
In the gone by an' I've ended my bond
And comrade's ghosts are me
A rebel I came and I'll die the same
On the cold winds of you will find me