Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was the glen one Easter morn
To a fair rode I
There armed lines of men
In passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound loud tattoo
But the Angelus o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in town
Hung out a flag of war
'Twas better to die that Irish sky
at Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal
Strong men hurrying through
While huns with their long range guns
Sailed in through the dew
Their bravest fell and the requiem
mournfully and clear
For who died that Eastertide in the
Springing of the
While the world did with deep amaze
At fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's
Might shine through the dew
And back through the
I again
And my heart with grief was
For I parted with valiant men
Whom I never see n'more
But to and fro in my I go
And I and pray for you
For slavery fled oh glorious
When you fell in the dew