Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

I was down the glen one Easter
To a city fair I
There armed of marching men
In passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's tattoo
But the Angelus Bells the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly in Dublin town
Hung they out a of war
'Twas better to die that Irish sky
at Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal
Strong men came through
While Brittania's huns with their long range
Sailed in through the dew
Their bravest and the requiem bell
Rang and clear
For those who died Eastertide in the
Springing of the
While the world did gaze with amaze
At those men but few
Who bore the fight that light
Might through the foggy dew
And back through the
I again
And my with grief was sore
For I parted then with men
Whom I never shall see
But to and fro in my I go
And I and pray for you
For slavery oh glorious dead
When you in the foggy dew