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 Ireland
While soft the wind blew down the glade, And shook the barley

Twas hard the mournful words to frame, To 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 early
And join the united men, While soft wind shook the barley

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

I bore her to mountain stream, And many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green, About her gore-stained
I wept and 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 blood without remorse, I at Oulart Hollow
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse, Where mine full soon may
Around her grave I wondered drear, Noon, night and morning
aching heart when e'er I hear, The wind that shakes the barley