Luyện nghe bài hát Boys Of The Old Brigade

Oh, why are you so sad
On this bright Easter
When Irish men are proud and
Of the land that they were
Oh, son, I see in few
Of far off days
When just a lad like you
I the IRA.

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

From hills and farms a call to
Was by one and all.
And from the glen came brave men
To Ireland's call.
'T wasn't 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 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 my comrades all
And dark old days by.
I think of men who in glen
With and grenade.
May keep the men who sleep
From the of the old brigade.