Luyện nghe bài hát The Blackbird Of Sweet Avondale

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

Her robes changed to mourning, once were so glorious
I stood in amazement to hear her sad
Her heartstrings burst forth with wild uproarious
Saying, "Where, is my Blackbird 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, with heart light and
Away from my arms, to Dublin wing"

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

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

"The cold dungeons is no habitation
For one, to his country, was and true
Then give him his freedom, hesitation
And he fought hard for freedom and you"

"Oh, Heaven, ear to my consultation
And strengthen the bold sons of Old
And God grant that my country soon be a nation
And back the Blackbird to sweet Avondale"