Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

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

Since Cromwell pushed us
To our lowly lives
some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains
Noble men wills of iron
Who are not to die
Who'll fight with gaelic held on high

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

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

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