Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was down the one Easter morn
To a city fair I
There armed of marching men
In squadrons me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's tattoo
But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin
they out a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath that sky
Than at or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Meath
Strong men hurrying through
While Brittania's huns with their long range
in through the foggy dew
Their bravest and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and
For those who died that in the
of the year
While the world did with deep amaze
At those men but few
Who bore the fight freedom's light
shine through the foggy dew
And through the glen
I rode
And my heart with grief was
For I parted with valiant men
I never shall see n'more
But to and fro in my I go
And I and pray for you
For slavery fled oh dead
When you in the foggy dew