Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, had they by Pearse's side
Or fought Cathal Brugha
Their we will keep where the fenians sleep
'Neath the of the foggy dew

But the fell, and the requiem bell
Rang and clear
For those who died Easter tide
In the springing of the

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

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

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