Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, had they died by side
Or fought with Cathal
Their names we will where the fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the dew

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

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

Oh, back through the glen I rode
And my heart grief was sore
For I then with valiant men
Whom I shall see more

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