Luyện nghe bài hát Fields of Glory

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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