Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

It was down the one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no battle did sound its dread tattoo
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 an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Meath, strong men came hurrying through
While sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew

'Twas England bade our wild go that small nations might be free
But, their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the of the grey North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought Valera true
Their we'd keep 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 tide in the of the year
And the world did gaze in deep at those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's might shine through the Foggy Dew