Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was down the glen one morn
To a city fair I
There lines of marching men
In squadrons me by
No did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in town
Hung they out a of war
'Twas to die 'neath that Irish sky
at Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Meath
Strong men hurrying through
While Brittania's with their long range guns
Sailed in the foggy dew
bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and
For those who died Eastertide in the
Springing of the
While the world did gaze with amaze
At fearless men but few
Who the fight that freedom's light
Might shine the foggy dew
And back the glen
I again
And my heart with grief was
For I parted then valiant men
I never shall see n'more
But to and fro in my I go
And I kneel and for you
For slavery oh glorious dead
When you in the foggy dew