Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

I sat within a valley green, Sat 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 think on 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 still to bear the shame, Of chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen, seek at morning early
And join the brave united men, While soft wind shook the

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

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

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