Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

I sat a valley green, Sat there with my true love
My heart strove to choose between, Me old 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 shook the barley

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

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

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

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