Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair I
There armed of marching men
In squadrons me by
No pipe did hum, no drum did sound it's loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bells the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin
Hung they out a of war
'Twas better to die that Irish sky
at Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Meath
Strong men came through
While Brittania's huns with their long guns
Sailed in the foggy dew
Their bravest fell and the requiem
mournfully and clear
For who died that Eastertide in the
Springing of the
the world did gaze with deep amaze
At fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that light
Might shine the foggy dew
And back the glen
I again
And my with grief was sore
For I parted then valiant men
Whom I shall see n'more
But to and fro in my I go
And I and pray for you
For slavery oh glorious dead
When you in the foggy dew