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 did hum nor battle drum
Did it's dread tattoo
But the bell o'er the Liffey swell
Rang out through the dew

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, back the glen I rode 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 fled, O glorious dead
you fell in the foggy dew