Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills and the curlews cry
Or seen the black 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 pushed us westward to live our lives
There's some of us deemed to fight from Tipperary mountains high
men with wills of iron who are not afraid to die
And who'll fight Gaelic honor held on high

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 forefathers whom you robbed of their
"To or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

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

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

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