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 drum did sound loud tattoo
But the Bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a of war
'Twas better to die 'neath that sky
at Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal
men came hurrying through
While Brittania's with their long range guns
Sailed in through the dew
bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and
For those who that Eastertide in the
of the year
While the did gaze with deep amaze
At fearless men but few
Who the fight that freedom's light
Might shine the foggy dew
And back through the
I again
And my heart with grief was
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 oh glorious dead
you fell in the foggy dew