Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

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

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

'Twas Britannia bade our Geese go
That small might be free
But lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
Or the shore of the North Sea

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

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

And the world did gaze, in deep
At fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that light
Might shine through the dew

Oh, back through the I rode again
And my heart with grief was
For I parted then valiant men
Whom I never see more

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