Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was down the glen one morn
To a fair rode I
There lines of marching men
In squadrons me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bells the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in town
they out a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath Irish sky
at Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal
Strong men hurrying through
While huns with their long range guns
Sailed in through the dew
Their bravest and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and
For who died that Eastertide in the
Springing of the
While the world did gaze with amaze
At fearless men but few
Who the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the dew
And back through the
I again
And my heart with was sore
For I parted then with men
Whom I shall see n'more
But to and fro in my I go
And I kneel and for you
For slavery oh glorious dead
When you in the foggy dew