Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

I sat within a green, Sat there with my true love
My heart strove to between, Me old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made, Me on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew 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 chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen, I'll seek at early
And join the brave united men, While wind shook the barley

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

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

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