Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was the glen one Easter morn
To a city rode I
There armed lines of men
In passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud
But the Angelus o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right high in Dublin town
Hung out a flag of war
better to die 'neath that Irish sky
Than at or Sud el Bar
And from the of Royal Meath
men came hurrying through
While Brittania's huns their long range guns
in through the foggy dew
Their bravest fell and the requiem
mournfully and clear
For those who that Eastertide in the
of the year
While the world did gaze with deep
At those men but few
Who bore the fight that light
shine through the foggy dew
And back the glen
I again
And my with grief was sore
For I parted then with men
Whom I never see n'more
But to and fro in my I go
And I kneel and for you
For slavery fled oh dead
you fell in the foggy dew