Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you ever walked the lonesome
or the curlews cry
Or the raven black as night
Upon a sky
To walk the heather
And the west wind cry
To know where the rapparee must die

Since Cromwell pushed us
To live our lives
There's of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary high
men with wills of iron
Who are not to die
Who'll fight with honour held on high

A curse you Oliver Cromwell
You who our Motherland
I hope rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you
To our misfortunate
Whom you robbed of birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in tonight

Of one such man I'd like to
A rapparee by and deed
His family dispossessed and
They put a price his head
His name is in song and story
His deeds are legends
And murdered for money
Was Ned of the hill

You have our homes and fortunes
Even us from the land
You to break our spirit
But you'll understand
The of dear old Ireland
That will forge and iron
As long as are gallant men
Like young Ned of the