Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you walked the lonesome hills
or the curlews cry
Or seen the black as night
Upon a sky
To walk the heather
And hear the wind cry
To that's where the rapparee must die

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

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

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

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