Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

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

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

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

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

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