Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

No fife did hum nor drum
Did sound dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey
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 Royal
Strong men came through
While Huns, with their long range guns
in through the foggy dew

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

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

But the bravest fell, and the requiem
Rang mournfully and
For those who that Easter tide
In the springing of the

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

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

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