Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

It was the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its tattoo
But, the Angelus o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the Foggy Dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town, hung out the flag of war
For, 'twas to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath, strong men came hurrying
While sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew

'Twas bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
But, their lonely graves are by Suvla's on the fringe of the grey North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with true
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the of the Foggy Dew

The bravest fell and the sullen rang mournfully and clear
For who died that Easter tide in the springing of the year
And the did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Who the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew