Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

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

'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations be free
But, their lonely 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 we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy Dew

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