Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

Right proudly over 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 came hurrying
While Brittania's with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew

'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small 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 keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the of the Foggy Dew

The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang and clear
For those who 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 that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew