Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

I sat within a valley green, Sat there with my true
My strove to choose between, Me old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made, Me think on Ireland
While soft the wind blew the glade, And shook the golden barley

Twas hard the mournful words to frame, To break the ties that us
But harder still to the shame, Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The glen, I'll seek at morning early
And join the brave united men, While wind shook the barley

Twas sad I kissed away her tears, Her arms around me
When to my ears fateful shot, Came out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love's breast, In life's young so early
And there my breast she died, While soft wind shook the barley

I bore her to some mountain stream, And many's the blossom
I placed with soft and green, About her gore-stained bosom
I and kissed her clay-cold corpse, Then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak, While soft wind the barley

Twas blood for without remorse, I took at Oulart Hollow
I my true love's clay-cold corpse, Where mine full soon may follow
Around her grave I wondered drear, Noon, night and early
With heart when e'er I hear, The wind that shakes the barley