Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

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

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

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

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

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