Luyện nghe bài hát The Blackbird Of Sweet Avondale

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

Her robes changed to mourning, that were so glorious
I stood in amazement to hear her sad
Her burst forth with wild accents 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, with heart and airy
Away my arms, to Dublin took wing"

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

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

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

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