Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

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

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

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

I bore her to some mountain stream, And the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green, About her bosom
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse, Then rushed vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak, While soft wind shook the

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