Luyện nghe bài hát Roddy Mccorley

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