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

moonlight shines the
gallows of men by
their
by british they suffer so,
in the winter air
centuries of follow
centuries of
the red ride the
countryside forceful rule
mothers sons and
daughters, into irish soil rot

in the realm of stars,
do march
saint patrick sheds a for
martyrs who die
red eyes gleam, lips twitch,
the devil draws a nearby
fog dresses at night,
and dusk brings safe
slaves of wind from northern
angels from their homes
a of stars leads right
to hell's own

followed by shadows,
our homeland isn't
tyranny the friend to those
with in their souls
will not make amends,
for bloodshed is
as line cobbled streets the
still watch o'er
no savior comes to aid the
the still proceed
black clouds the end of
english rule, of law

the queen has her eyes to
the torment of man
the queen will a pauper's
grave for stealing land
rise up from the mist
and on easter morn
the sea the dead arise
and to the they storm
mary full of grace,
rebel hearts won today
heaven's doors swing wide
as terrorists enter