Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you ever walked the hills and heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night upon a sky
To the purple heather and hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the must die

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

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

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

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

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