Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you ever the lonesome hills
or the curlews cry
Or seen the black as night
a windswept sky
To walk the purple
And hear the west cry
To know that's the rapparee must die

Since Cromwell us westward
To live our lowly
There's some of us deemed to fight
From mountains high
Noble men with of iron
Who are not to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour on high

A curse upon you Oliver
You who our Motherland
I you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors you sent
To our forefathers
Whom you of their birthright
"To or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

Of one such man I'd to speak
A rapparee by name and
His dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a upon his head
His name is in song and story
His deeds are legends
And murdered for money
Was young Ned of the

You have robbed our homes and
Even drove us the land
You tried to our spirit
But you'll understand
The of dear old Ireland
That will forge and will
As long as there are men
Like young Ned of the