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
a windswept sky
To walk the purple
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 with gaelic honour held on high

A curse you Oliver Cromwell
You who our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in
For the horrors you sent
To our misfortunate
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 and deed
His dispossessed and slaughtered
put a price upon his head
His name is know in and story
His deeds are legends
And murdered for money
Was young Ned of the

You have robbed our and fortunes
Even us from the land
You tried to break our
But never understand
The of dear old Ireland
That will and iron will
As long as are gallant men
young Ned of the hill