Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

proudly high over Dublin Town
They hung out the of war
'Twas better to die an Irish sky
at Sulva or Sud El Bar

And from the plains of Royal
Strong men came through
While Britannia's Huns, with long range guns
in through the foggy dew

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

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

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

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

Oh, back through the I rode again
And my heart with was sore
For I parted then valiant 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