Luyện nghe bài hát Foggy Dew

'Twas the glen one Easter morn
To a city road I
When Ireland's of marching men
In passed me by
No pipe did hum no battle drum did sound its dread
But the Angelus bell and the liffey's rang out in the foggy dew

Right proudly high o'er Dublin town, flung out a flag of war
'Twas to die 'neath an Irish sky then at Suvla or Sud el Bar
And the plains of Royal Meath strong men came a-hurrying through
While sons with their long-range guns sailed in through the
dew

But the night fell black, the rifle made "Prefidious Albion" reel
'Mid the leaden seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of
steel.
By every blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be
And when broke still the war flag shook out it's folds in the
dew

But the bravest fell and the bell rang mournfully and clear
For who died at Eastertide at the sprining of the year.
The did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that light might shine through the foggy dew

Oh back through the glen, I rode
My heart with was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never see more
To and fro in my dreams I go, I kneel, I pray for you
For fled o'er glorious dead when you fell in the foggy dew