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

moonlight shines the
of men stretched by
their
by british crown they so,
swinging in the air
centuries of follow
centuries of
the red ride the
countryside bringing forceful
bury sons and
daughters, into irish they rot

in the of summer stars,
do march
saint sheds a tear for
who will die
red gleam, white lips twitch,
the devil draws a smile
fog dresses at night,
and dusk brings escape
slaves of from northern land
drive angels from homes
a pilgrimage of stars right
to own gates

followed by shadows,
our isn't safe
the bitter friend to those
with in their souls
will not make amends,
for is fate
as coffins cobbled streets the
still watch o'er
no savior to aid the saints
the funerals proceed
clouds mark the end of
english rule, of law

the has shut her eyes to
the of common man
the queen will a pauper's
grave for stealing irish
apparitions rise up the mist
and appear on morn
from the sea the dead
and to the castle they
mary full of grace,
rebel hearts have won
doors swing open wide
as terrorists enter