Luyện nghe bài hát Foggy Dew

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

Right proudly high o'er 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 plains of Meath strong men came a-hurrying through
While Britannia's sons with their long-range guns sailed in the
dew

But the fell black, the rifle crack made "Prefidious Albion" reel
'Mid the leaden rain seven of flame did shine o'er the lines of
steel.
By every blade a prayer was that to Ireland her sons be true
And when broke 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 at Eastertide at the sprining of the year.
The world did gaze with deep at those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might through the foggy dew

Oh back the glen, I rode again
My heart with was sore
For I parted with valiant men whom I never shall 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