Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

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

Twas hard the mournful words to frame, To break the ties that us
But still 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, soft wind shook the barley

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

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

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