Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair I
There lines of marching men
In passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle did sound it's loud tattoo
But the Angelus o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly in Dublin town
Hung they out a of war
'Twas better to die that Irish sky
at Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal
men came hurrying through
While Brittania's huns with their long range
Sailed in the foggy dew
Their bravest fell and the requiem
Rang and clear
For who died that Eastertide in the
of the year
While the did gaze with deep amaze
At those men but few
Who the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the dew
And through the glen
I again
And my heart grief was sore
For I parted then valiant men
I never shall see n'more
But to and fro in my I go
And I kneel and for you
For slavery fled oh glorious
you fell in the foggy dew