Luyện nghe bài hát The Blackbird Of Sweet Avondale

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

Her changed to mourning, that once were so glorious
I stood in amazement to her sad wail
Her heartstrings burst forth with wild uproarious
Saying, "Where, where is my of sweet Avondale?"

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

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

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

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

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