Luyện nghe bài hát The Blackbird Of Sweet Avondale

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

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

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

"Oh, Ireland, my country, from your slumbers
And give my Blackbird, so dear unto me
And let everyone know, by the strength of your
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 he fought hard for freedom and you"

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