Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

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

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