Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you ever walked the lonesome and heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as upon a windswept sky
To the purple heather and hear the westwind cry
To know where the Rapparee must die

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

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

Of one such man I'd like to speak, a Rapparee by name and
His dispossessed and slaughtered they put a price upon his head
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 and fortunes even drove us from our land
You tried to our spirit but you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland that will and iron will
As long as there are gallant men, like Ned of the hill

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