Luyện nghe bài hát The Rising of The Moon

Ahh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you so
Hush me buachaill, hush and listen and his eyes were all a
I bear from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together at the of the moon

Ahh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell the gatherin' is to be
In the old spot by the river, right well to you and me
One more word, a signal token, whistle out the marchin'
With your pike upon your shoulder at the of the moon

There beside the singing river dark mass of men were seen
Far above their shining weapons hung own immortal green
to every foe and traitor, forward strike the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the

How well they fought for poor old Ireland and for bitter was fate
Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow fills the of 98
Yet thank God while hearts are beating, each man bears a loom
We would in their footsteps at the rising of the moon