Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was down the glen one Easter
To a city rode I
There lines of marching men
In squadrons me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's tattoo
But the Angelus Bells the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly in Dublin town
they out a flag of war
'Twas better to die that Irish sky
Than at or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal
Strong men hurrying through
While Brittania's with their long range guns
in through the foggy dew
Their bravest fell and the bell
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 through the foggy dew
And back the glen
I rode
And my heart with was sore
For I then with 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 dead
When you fell in the dew