Luyện nghe bài hát Fields of Glory

I was in a country where people admire
Their great sporting and how they aspire
To upon mountains and always be winners
And never give less their all

I once met an old man who me great stories
Of legends of old who hard for the glory
Of lifting the cup in that moment of
These memories kept me

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

their team with a true sense of place
Are the handfuls of people with on their faces
They come from the townlands, the parrish, the
Their banners they proudly

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

I'm dreaming of in fine summer weather
A crowd of young playing football together
The of the crowd echoes up to the heavens
It sends out a call
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