Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the bravest fell, and the requiem
Rang and clear
For who died that Easter tide
In the of the year

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

Oh, back the glen I rode again
And my heart 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 kneel and for you
For slavery fled, O dead
When you in the foggy dew