Luyện nghe bài hát Minstrel Boy

The boy to the war has gone,
In the ranks of death you'll him;
His father's sword he girded on,
And his wild harp slung him;

"Land of Song!" cried the bard,
(Should) "Tho' all the world thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights guard,
One faithful harp shall thee!"

The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's
Could not bring proud soul under;
The harp he ne'er spoke again,
For he its chords asunder;

And said "No chains sully thee,
soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy were made for the pure and free
shall never sound in slavery!