Luyện nghe bài hát Boys Of The Old Brigade

Oh, why are you so sad
On this Easter morn'
When Irish men are and glad
Of the land that they born?
Oh, son, I see in few
Of far off days
When being a lad like you
I the IRA.

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

From hills and a call to arms
Was by one and all.
And the glen came brave young men
To Ireland's call.
'T long ago we faced a foe,
The old and me,
And by my side fought and died
That Ireland 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, I've you why
On morn' I sigh,
For I my comrades all
And dark old gone by.
I think of men who fought in
With and grenade.
May keep the men who sleep
the ranks of the old brigade.