Luyện nghe bài hát Foggy Dew

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

Right high o'er Dublin town, they 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
Britannia's sons with their long-range guns sailed in through the
dew

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

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

Oh through the glen, I rode again
My heart with grief was
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 Slavery fled o'er glorious dead when you in the foggy dew