Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

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

As Cromwell pushed us westward to live our lowly lives
There's some of us have to fight from Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with 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 our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you
To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell

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

A curse upon you Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland
I hope you're down 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