Luyện nghe bài hát They Wounded Old Ireland

Come gather 'round you men
And your chairs to mine.
And tell you of my country,
you might understand.
And of the armies,
That in for to stay.
Oh that night they Old Ireland,
And bleeding to this day.

Their dogs of war were to run
And hunt the down
They hoped to rule land by fear
And hold it for the
But a mighty was born in Men
they killed James Connolly
Oh that they wounded Old Ireland
And she's bleeding to day.

The Border like an open wound
That love can heal
For and cruelty
They will never the weal
The mean of vision a dream
Which the blind men stole
Ah that night wounded old Ireland
And bleeding to this day.

My it holds a vision clear
That more can see
Of Ireland from hatred
And and bigotry
Where Irishman to
Can in friends a hand
If we banish fright from the night
Then we'll Old Ireland.