Luyện nghe bài hát Bael Na Mblath (Mouth Of Flowers)

moonlight upon the
gallows of men by
necks
by british they suffer so,
in the winter air
centuries of follow
of blood
the red through the
countryside bringing forceful
mothers sons and
daughters, into irish soil rot

in the of summer stars,
patriots do
patrick sheds a tear for
martyrs who die
red eyes gleam, lips twitch,
the devil draws a nearby
fog dresses at night,
and dusk brings escape
slaves of wind from land
angels from their homes
a pilgrimage of stars right
to own gates

by demons' shadows,
our homeland isn't
tyranny the friend to those
with evil in their
will not make amends,
for bloodshed is
as coffins cobbled streets the
bastards watch o'er
no savior to aid the saints
the funerals proceed
black clouds the end of
english rule, of law

the queen has shut her to
the of common man
the will have a pauper's
grave for irish land
apparitions rise up from the
and appear on easter
from the sea the arise
and to the castle storm
hail full of grace,
rebel hearts won today
doors swing open wide
as enter free