Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

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

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

'Twas Britannia bade our Wild go
small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by waves
Or the shore of the Great Sea

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

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

And the world did gaze, in deep
At those men, but few
Who bore the fight that light
shine through the foggy dew

Oh, back through the glen I rode
And my heart with grief was
For I then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see

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