Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

It was down the glen one morn, to a city fair rode I
Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its tattoo
But, the bell o'er the Liffey 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 at Suvla or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath, strong men came through
While Brittania's sons with their 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 grey Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Valera
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 that Easter in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze in deep at those fearless men and true
Who bore the that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew