Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind that Shakes the Barley

I sat within a valley green, Sat there with my love
My heart strove to between, Me old love 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

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

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

I her to some mountain stream, And many's the summer 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 wind the barley

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