Luyện nghe bài hát The Blackbird Of Sweet Avondale

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

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

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

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

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

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

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