Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

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

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

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

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

You robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from the
You to break our spirit
But you'll understand
The love of old Ireland
That will forge and iron
As long as there are men
Like Ned of the hill