Luyện nghe bài hát Foggy Dew

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

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

But the night black, the rifle crack 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 be true
And when morning still the war flag shook out it's folds in the
dew

But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang and clear
For those who died at Eastertide at the of the year.
The world did with deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Who the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew

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