Luyện nghe bài hát Red Hugh

Another sleepless
On a foreign
flickers by my bed
Locks bolt my

I too much wine
But it gives my relief
Stops the
root me from my sleep

I out at the night
From a bed
The Queen lays plots in
But she have my head

The gutters
The smell sweeps me
To the icy fields of
The bodies burning

Fire and lightning Tirconaill
Fire and brimstone down on London
long remember Red Hugh O'Donnell
I could not join that

I orders from my horse
low snows had withered
The inside my boots
Still a fever of

my bones
All my friends
On Kinsale's icy
Oh, were I in Ulster

I'd dive in foam
Her waters
soothe my soul
Dispatches O'Neill

He grows old and
Our are deserting
My blade would rip stomachs
If Philip won't

I'll return
longs for an armistice
What profit in a
With a queen who'll her word

I to God
That bitch will my sword
I'll drag her red wig her head
out her poisoned tongue

I must get to Ulster
The is dead
footsteps at my door
They

I'm tormented by whore
Who waits at court in
For word of my
Her hunt me everywhere

But I will not be
By any of her men
My head not grace London's spike
fight her to the end

Tonight I sup James Blake
An man is he
He's promised me three of war
We'll sweep Lizzie her throne

I will take my
High of the Irish
of my faith
With as my adviser

at my side
I'll with justice
But now the dawn is
On this foreign

I will and say my prayers
Tomorrow I'll go