Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

As the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair I
There Armed lines of men
In passed me by

No did hum nor battle drum
Did sound dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell the Liffey swell
out through the foggy dew

Right proudly over Dublin Town
hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an sky
at Sulva or Sud El Bar

And the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying
While Huns, with their long range guns
in through the foggy dew

'Twas Britannia our Wild Geese go
That small might be free
But lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
Or the shore of the Great Sea

Oh, had died by Pearse's side
Or fought Cathal Brugha
Their names we will where the fenians sleep
the shroud of the foggy dew

But the bravest fell, and the bell
Rang mournfully and
For those who died that Easter
In the springing of the

And the world did gaze, in deep
At those men, but few
Who bore the fight freedom's light
Might through the foggy dew

Oh, through the glen I rode again
And my heart grief was sore
For I parted with valiant men
I never shall see more

But to and fro in my I go
And I'd kneel and for you
For fled, O glorious dead
you fell in the foggy dew