Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind That Shakes the Barley

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

'Twas hard the woeful words to frame to break the ties bound us
But harder to bear the shame of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain I'll seek at morning early
And join the united men, while soft winds shake the barley"

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

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