Luyện nghe bài hát Fields of Glory

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

I once met an old man who told me stories
Of legends of old who played hard for the
Of lifting the cup in that of triumph
These memories me enthralled

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

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

An anthem of hope is the song 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 summer
A crowd of young lads playing football
All hoping someday the call they will answer
To play for the place were born

(Chorus)

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