Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was down the glen one morn
To a fair rode I
There lines of marching men
In squadrons me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's tattoo
But the Angelus Bells o'er the swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin
they out a flag of war
'Twas better to die that Irish sky
Than at or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal
Strong men hurrying through
While huns with their long range guns
in through the foggy dew
Their fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and
For who died that Eastertide in the
Springing of the
While the world did gaze deep amaze
At fearless men but few
Who bore the that freedom's light
Might through the foggy dew
And back the glen
I again
And my heart with was sore
For I then with valiant men
Whom I never see n'more
But to and fro in my I go
And I and pray for you
For fled oh glorious dead
When you in the foggy dew