Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, had they died by Pearse's
Or fought with Brugha
Their names we will where the fenians sleep
'Neath the of the foggy dew

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

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

Oh, back the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was
For I parted then valiant men
Whom I 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 fell in the dew