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 me think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the and shook the golden barley

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

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

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