Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

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

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