Luyện nghe bài hát Roddy Mccorley

When he stepped up the narrow
Smiling proud and
Around the hemp, his neck
The ringlets clung
There was never a tear in his blue
Both sad and bright were
And Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the of Tuam today
he last stepped up that street
Shining steel in
him marched in grim array
A stalwart, earnest
For Antrim town, for Antrim
He lept the fray
Now young McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of today
See the host of fleet men
with faces wan
>From Verners house and cut
Along the banks of
They come with in their eyes
Too late, too are they
For Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the of Tuam today