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 banishes fear the speed of a flame,
And it makes us all part of the game.

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

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

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

nearly two years since I wandered away,
With the battalion of the bold IRA,
I've of our heroes, and I wanted the same,
To play out my in the patriot game.
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I don't a bit if I shoot down police,
They are lackeys for war never of peace,
And yet at deserters I'm let aim,
The rebels who out the patriot game.

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