Luyện nghe bài hát They Wounded Old Ireland

Come gather you freeborn men
And draw your to mine.
And tell you of my country,
That you understand.
And of the armies,
That in for to stay.
Oh night they wounded Old Ireland,
And she's bleeding to day.

Their of war were loosed to run
And hunt the rebels
hoped to rule this land by fear
And hold it for the
But a mighty thought was in Men
When killed James Connolly
Oh that night they Old Ireland
And she's to this day.

The lies like an open wound
only love can heal
For bitterness and
They never close the weal
The mean of vision a dream
Which the blind men stole
Ah that they wounded old Ireland
And she's to this day.

My heart it holds a vision
That more can see
Of free from hatred
And death and
Irishman to Irishman
Can in friends clasp a
If we fright from the Ulster night
Then free Old Ireland.