Luyện nghe bài hát Boys Of The Old Brigade

Oh, why are you so sad
On this bright morn'
Irish men are proud and glad
Of the land they were born?
Oh, son, I see in few
Of far off distant
When being just a lad you
I the IRA.

Where are the lads that stood me
history was made?
A Ghra Mo Chroi, I to see
The of the old brigade.

hills and farms a call to arms
Was by one and all.
And from the glen brave young men
To answer call.
'T wasn't long ago we a foe,
The old and me,
And by my side fought and died
That might be free.

Where are the lads that with me
history was made?
A Mo Chroi, I long to see
The of the old brigade.

And now, my boy, told you why
On Easter I sigh,
For I my comrades all
And dark old days by.
I of men who fought in glen
rifle and grenade.
May heaven keep the men who
From the of the old brigade.