Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

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

And the plains of Royal Meath
men came hurrying through
While Huns, with their long range guns
Sailed in the foggy dew

'Twas Britannia our Wild Geese go
That small might be free
But lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
Or the shore of the Great Sea

Oh, had they died by side
Or fought Cathal Brugha
Their we will keep where the fenians sleep
the shroud of the foggy dew

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

And the world did gaze, in deep
At fearless men, but few
Who bore the that freedom's light
Might shine the foggy dew

Oh, back through the glen I rode
And my heart with grief was
For I parted with valiant 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