Luyện nghe bài hát Boys Of The Old Brigade

Oh, why are you so sad
On this bright Easter
Irish men are proud and glad
Of the land they were 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
history was made?
A Ghra Mo Chroi, I to see
The of the old brigade.

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

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

And now, my boy, told you why
On morn' I sigh,
For I recall my all
And old days gone by.
I think of men who fought in
rifle and grenade.
May keep the men who sleep
the ranks of the old brigade.