Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of The Gods

We on the shoulders of giants
Like with the burden of faith
We clasped our in praise
of a right to tyranny
This is a language that has not
Our lips in one years

So heretics I to you
Partisans as one
Rebels raise your
If not then all is

is the death of the Republic and make no

The senate is lost and Zeus is
So God of war can you send a lightning bolt
To smash the of the blind
The Tiber is flowing with the blood of
men

And so we stood, thieves, liars and

Whose names shall live in eternal and infamy
kings enshrined with their pious men
Who ruled us all with the bloodied spear of

You knew my name I was born
You knew my death from the it passed my

This is the of the Republic
Dead and gone with in the grave
to the end by the ghosts of Connolly's army
Skeletal fingers on the trigger of Collins'
And Parnell's dreams are turned to nothing but

"And I say to my masters: beware, beware of the
thing is coming, beware of the risen people, who shall
take what we not give.
Did ye to conquer the people, or that law is stronger
life and than men's desire to be free?"

(Padraig Pearse, "The Rebell")