Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

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

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

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

Of one such man I'd like to speak, a by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered they put a upon his head
His name is known in song and story, his 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 but you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland that will forge and will
As as there are gallant men, like young Ned of the hill

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