Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot Game

Come all ye young rebels, and list I sing,
For the love of one's is a terrible thing.
It fear with the speed of a flame,
And it us all part of the patriot game.

My is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen.
My home is in Monaghan, I was weaned.
I learned all my cruel England to blame,
So now I am part of the game.

This of ours has too long been half free;
Six lie under John Bull's tyranny.
But De Valera is greatly to blame,
For shirking his in the Patriot game.

They me how Connolly was shot in his chair,
His from the fighting all bloody and bare.
His fine twisted, all battered and lame,
They soon made me of the patriot game.

It's two years since I wandered away,
With the local of the bold IRA,
I've read of our heroes, and I the same,
To play out my in the patriot game.
verse I found]
I don't mind a bit if I down police,
are lackeys for war never guardians of peace,
And yet at I'm never let aim,
The rebels who sold out the game.

And now as I lie (or: die) here, my all holes (or: holed),
I think of traitors who bargained in souls,
And I that my (air) rifle had given the same,
To those who sold out the patriot game.