Luyện nghe bài hát I Mourn For The Highlands

I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and
The of my fathers the gallant and brave
To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all
And they had to out new homes far away

Oh on the tyrants who brought desolation
Who banished the brave and put sheep in place
Where smiled the gardens rank weeds in their station
And are preferred to the leal-hearted braves

Oh are the parents and bairns yonder rovin
The scene o' their gladness is far the main
No blithe-hearted now cheers at the gloaming
The herd-boy no longer on the plain

But the lark is still she sings in her glory
With no one to listen her sweet lay
The clansmen are gone, but their deeds in story
chaff in the wind, they were borne far away

this may actually be "The Highland Clearances" (which it's
about) from Silly Wizard's So Many Partings -- but I have it on
and my turntable's dead.