Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

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

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