Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills and heard the cry
Or seen the raven as night upon a windswept sky
To walk the purple and hear the westwind cry
To that's where the Rapparee must die

As since Cromwell us westward to live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight from Tipperary mountains
Noble men with wills of iron who are not to die
And who'll fight with Gaelic honor held on

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our
I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors you sent
To our misfortunate whom you robbed of their birthright
"To or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

Of one such man I'd to speak, a Rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered they put a price upon his
His is known in song and story, his deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money was Ned of the hill

You have robbed our homes and fortunes even drove us from our
You tried to break our but you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland that forge and iron will
As long as there are gallant men, young Ned of the hill

A curse upon you Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland
I hope rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers whom you of their birthright
"To or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight