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 hear the west cry
To know where the rapparee must die

Since pushed us westward
To our lowly lives
There's some of us have to fight
Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with of iron
Who are not to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on

A curse upon you Cromwell
You who raped our
I hope you're down in hell
For the horrors that you
To our misfortunate
Whom you robbed of birthright
"To or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

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

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