Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

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

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 at morning early
And join the brave united men, While wind shook the barley

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

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

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