Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind That Shakes The Barley

I sat the valley green
I sat me my true love
My sad heart the two between
The old love and the new

The old for her the new
That made me of Ireland dearly
the soft wind blew down the glade
And shook the barley

T'was hard, the woeful words to
To the ties that bound us
And harder still to the shame
Of chains around us

And so I the mountain glen
I'll meet at morning
And I'll join the united men
While soft shook the barley

sad, I kissed away her tears
My arm 'round her flinging
When a foe, man's shot burst in our
out the wild woods ringing

A pierced my true love's side
In life's spring so early
And on my breast, in she died
While soft winds the barley

But blood for without remorse
I've taken at Oulart
I've my true love's clay-like corpse
Where I'll fall soon, must

Around her grave wandered drear
In and morning early
With breaking heart when near I
The wind shakes the barley