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 on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew the glen and shook the golden barley

'Twas hard the woeful words to frame to 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 the bold united men, while soft winds shake the barley"

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

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, night and early
With breaking heart when e'er I hear the wind that shakes the