Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

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

Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lives
some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary high
Noble men with wills of
Who are not to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour on high

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

Of one such man I'd to speak
A rapparee by name and
His family dispossessed and
They put a price upon his
His name is know in song and
His are legends still
And murdered for money
Was Ned of the hill

You robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us the land
You to break our spirit
But you'll never
The love of dear old
That will forge and will
As as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the