Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

As down the one Easter morn
To a fair rode I
Armed lines of marching men
In squadrons me by

No did hum nor battle drum
Did it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the swell
out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high Dublin Town
They out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an sky
Than at or Sud El Bar

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

'Twas Britannia our Wild Geese go
That small nations might be
But their lonely are by Sulva's waves
Or the of the Great North Sea

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

But the fell, and the requiem bell
mournfully and clear
For those who that Easter tide
In the of the year

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

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

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