Luyện nghe bài hát The Blackbird Of Sweet Avondale

By the sweet bay of Dublin, while carelessly
I sat down by a green myrtle shade
Reclined on the beach, as the waves were rolling
In condoling, I saw a fair maid

Her robes changed to mourning, that once were so
I in amazement to hear her sad wail
Her burst forth with wild accents uproarious
Saying, "Where, where is my Blackbird of Avondale?"

"In the fair Meath, Wexford, Cork, and Tipperary,
The rights of Old Ireland, my Blackbird did
Ah, but woe to the hour, heart light and airy
Away my arms, to Dublin took wing"

"The fowlers him in hopes to ensnare him
I here in sorrow, his absence bewail
Oh, it grieves me to think that the of Kilmainham
Surround my dear of sweet Avondale"

"Oh, Ireland, my country, from your slumbers
And give back my Blackbird, so unto me
And let everyone know, by the of your numbers
That we, as a nation, wish to be free"

"The cold prison dungeons is no
For one, to his country, was loyal and
Then him his freedom, without hesitation
And remember he fought hard for and you"

"Oh, Heaven, give ear to my
And the bold sons of Old Granuaile
And God grant that my country will soon be a
And bring back the Blackbird to Avondale"