Luyện nghe bài hát Foggy Dew

'Twas the glen one Easter morn
To a city road I
Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons 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, they flung out a of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky at Suvla or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath men came a-hurrying through
While Britannia's sons with their long-range sailed in through the
dew

But the night fell black, the rifle crack "Prefidious Albion" reel
the leaden rain 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 morning broke the war flag shook out it's folds in the
dew

But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and
For those who died at at the sprining of the year.
The world did gaze with deep amaze at 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 valiant men whom I never shall see more
To and fro in my dreams I go, I kneel, I will for you
For Slavery fled o'er glorious dead you fell in the foggy dew