Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter
To a city fair I
There Armed lines of men
In squadrons me by

No fife did hum nor drum
Did sound it's tattoo
But the Angelus bell the Liffey swell
out through the foggy dew

Right proudly over Dublin Town
They hung out the of war
better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at or Sud El Bar

And from the plains of Royal
Strong men came through
While Britannia's Huns, with their range guns
Sailed in through the dew

Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
That small nations be free
But their graves are by Sulva's waves
Or the shore of the Great Sea

Oh, had died by Pearse's side
Or fought Cathal Brugha
Their names we keep where the fenians sleep
the shroud of the foggy dew

But the bravest fell, and the requiem
Rang and clear
For who died that Easter tide
In the of the year

And the world did gaze, in amaze
At those men, but few
Who the fight that freedom's light
Might through the foggy dew

Oh, back through the glen I again
And my with grief was sore
For I parted with valiant men
I never shall see more

But to and fro in my I go
And I'd and pray for you
For fled, O glorious dead
When you in the foggy dew