Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind That Shakes the Barley

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

hard the woeful 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 bold united men, while soft shake the barley"

While sad I kissed her tears, my fond arms round her flinging
The foeman's shot burst on our ears from out the ringing
A bullet pierced my true love's side in life's 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 corpse where 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