Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

No fife did hum nor battle
Did sound dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the swell
out through the foggy dew

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

And the plains of Royal Meath
men came hurrying through
While Huns, with their long range guns
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 shore of the North Sea

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

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

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

Oh, back through the glen I again
And my heart grief was sore
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 dead
When you in the foggy dew