Luyện nghe bài hát The Rising of The Moon

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

Ahh, then me Sean O'Farrell where 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 tune
With your pike upon your 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, forward strike the tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the of the moon

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