Luyện nghe bài hát Fields of Glory

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

I once met an old man who told me great
Of legends of old who hard for the glory
Of the cup in that moment of triumph
These memories me enthralled

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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