Luyện nghe bài hát They Wounded Old Ireland

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

Their dogs of war were to run
And hunt the rebels
They hoped to rule this land by
And hold it for the
But a thought was born in Men
When they killed James
Oh that night they wounded Old
And bleeding to this day.

The Border lies like an wound
That only can heal
For bitterness and
They will close the weal
The mean of vision built a
Which the men stole away
Ah night they wounded old Ireland
And bleeding to this day.

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