Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

I sat within a valley green, Sat there 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 down the glade, And shook the barley

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

sad I kissed away her tears, Her arms around me clinging
When to my ears that fateful shot, Came out the 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 her to some mountain stream, And many's the summer blossom
I placed with soft and green, About her gore-stained 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 for blood 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 heart when e'er I hear, The wind shakes the barley