Luyện nghe bài hát The Rising of The Moon

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

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

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

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