Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

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

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

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

I her to some mountain stream, And many's the summer blossom
I with branches 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, soft wind shook the barley

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