Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was down the one Easter morn
To a city fair I
There lines of marching men
In passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud
But the Angelus Bells o'er the swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in town
Hung out a flag of war
'Twas to die 'neath that Irish sky
at Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal
Strong men came hurrying
While Brittania's huns with their long guns
Sailed in through the dew
Their bravest fell and the requiem
Rang and clear
For those who that Eastertide in the
of the year
While the world did gaze with deep
At fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that light
Might shine the foggy dew
And through the glen
I rode
And my heart grief was sore
For I parted then with men
Whom I shall see n'more
But to and fro in my I go
And I kneel and for you
For slavery fled oh glorious
When you in the foggy dew