Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind That Shakes the Barley

I sat within the green, I sat me with my true love
My sad heart strove the two between, the old love and the new
The old for her, the new that made me think on Ireland
soft the wind blew down the glen and shook the golden barley

'Twas hard the woeful 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 I'll seek at morning early
And the bold united men, while soft winds shake the barley"

While sad I kissed away her tears, my fond round her flinging
The foeman's shot burst on our ears from out the wildwood
A bullet pierced my true love's side in young spring so early
And on my breast in blood she died while soft winds shook the

But blood for blood without remorse taken at Oulart Hollow
And laid my true love's clay cold corpse where I soon may follow
As round her grave I wander drear, noon, and morning early
With breaking heart when e'er I hear the wind that shakes the