Luyện nghe bài hát The Patriot Game

Come all ye rebels, and list while I sing,
For the love of country is a terrible thing.
It banishes fear with the of a flame,
And it makes us all part of the game.

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

This Ireland of ours has too been half free;
Six counties lie under Bull's tyranny.
But De Valera is greatly to blame,
For shirking his part in the 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 me part of the patriot game.

It's nearly two since I wandered away,
With the local of the bold IRA,
I've of our heroes, and I wanted the same,
To out my part in the patriot game.
[extra verse I
I mind a bit if I shoot down police,
are lackeys for war never guardians of peace,
And yet at I'm never let aim,
The rebels who out the patriot game.

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