Luyện nghe bài hát Roddy Mccorley

When he up the narrow street
Smiling and young
the hemp, around his neck
The golden ringlets
There was never a tear in his eyes
Both sad and bright they
And Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of today
When he last stepped up street
Shining in hand
Behind him in grim array
A stalwart, band
For town, for Antrim town
He lept the fray
Now young Roddy goes to die
On the bridge of Tuam
See the of fleet foot men
with faces wan
>From house and fishers cut
the banks of Bann
They with vengeance in their eyes
Too late, too are they
For young McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Tuam