Luyện nghe bài hát Sean SOuth From Garryowen

Sad are the round Garryowen
Since they lost joy and pride
And the banshee cry every vale
Around the Shannon side city of the ancient walls
the broken stone, undying fame surrounds your name, Sean South from Garryowen

T'was on a New Years Eve
As the shades of night down
A lorry load of approached the border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, and Tyrone
And the leader was a Limerick man - Sean South Garryowen

As they moved along the street up to the door
They the danger they might face
Their that lay instore
They were fighting for old to claim their very own
And the foremost of gallant band
Was South Garryowen

But the seargent spied their plan
He them trough the door
The Sten guns and the rifles a of death did pour
And when awful night had passed
Two men lay cold a
was one from near the border and one from Garryowen

No wil he hear the seagull's cry
Over the murmurring Shannon
For he fell beneath a Northern sky brave Hanlon by his
They have to join that gallant band
Of Plunkett, Pearse and
A for old Ireland
Sean South Garryowen