Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you walked the lonesome hills
or heard the cry
Or the raven black as night
a windswept sky
To the purple heather
And hear the wind cry
To know that's where the rapparee die

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

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

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

You robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from the
You to break our spirit
But never understand
The of dear old Ireland
That will forge and iron
As long as are gallant men
Like young Ned of the