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 think on dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glade, And the golden barley

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

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

I bore her to some mountain stream, And many's the summer
I placed with branches soft and green, her gore-stained bosom
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 Oulart
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse, Where full soon may follow
Around her grave I wondered drear, Noon, and morning early
With aching heart when e'er I hear, The wind shakes the barley