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 squadron 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 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, strong men came hurrying
Brittania's sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew

'Twas England bade our wild geese go that nations might be free
But, their graves are by Suvla's waves 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 bell mournfully and clear
For those who died that tide in the springing of the year
And the world did in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that light might shine through the Foggy Dew