Luyện nghe bài hát Fields of Glory

I was born in a country where people
Their great heroes and how they aspire
To stand upon 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 hard for the glory
Of lifting the cup in moment of triumph
These kept me enthralled

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

Supporting their with a true sense of place
Are the handfuls of people with pride on faces
They from the townlands, the parrish, the village
Their banners proudly unfurl

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

(Chorus)

I'm dreaming of Ireland in summer weather
A crowd of young lads football together
All that someday the call they will answer
To play for the place they were

(Chorus)

I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer
A crowd of young lads football together
The roar of the crowd echoes up to the
It sends out a clarion
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