Luyện nghe bài hát Fields of Glory

I was born in a country where admire
Their sporting heroes and how they aspire
To stand mountains and always be winners
And never give less than all

I once met an old man who told me stories
Of legends of old who played for the glory
Of the cup in that moment of triumph
These memories kept me

On the fields, the of glory
On the where boys become men
On the fields, the fields of
May the best win, win in the end

Supporting their team a true sense of place
Are the handfuls of people with pride on their
They come the townlands, the parrish, the village
Their banners they unfurl

An anthem of is the song they are singing
The whistle, it sounds and the game, it
And the roar of the crowd echoes up to the
It sends out a clarion

(Chorus)

I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine weather
A crowd of young lads playing together
All hoping that someday the call they answer
To play for the place they born

(Chorus)

I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine weather
A crowd of young lads football together
The of the crowd echoes up to the heavens
It out a clarion call
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