Luyện nghe bài hát Foggy Dew

'Twas down the one Easter morn
To a city fair I
When Ireland's line of men
In squadrons me by
No pipe did hum no battle 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 an Irish sky then at Suvla or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men a-hurrying through
While Britannia's sons with their long-range guns 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 was said that to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke still the war flag out it's folds in the
dew

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

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