Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

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

Twas hard the mournful words to frame, To break the ties bound us
But harder to bear 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 soft wind shook the

Twas sad I kissed away her tears, Her around me clinging
When to my ears that fateful shot, Came out the wildwood
The bullet pierced my true love's breast, In young spring so early
And there upon my 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 gore-stained
I wept and kissed her corpse, Then rushed o'er vale and valley
My on the foe to wreak, While soft wind shook the barley

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