Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

Oh remember the proud civilisation
The cradle of Europe where it all
Or the Portuguese and Spanish
Thy power, a tribute to the south

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent in my heart
Representing Flemish pride
Brave Teutonic, French and knights
Thy shining now long vanished
Thy glory, however, remains
Praised be the Scandinavian
Once the of the Christian world

I of not of mercy
I talk not of
The hopeless warriors of a Doom

of Italia
In times "Roma Caput Mundi"
De Nederlanden, parel van het noorden
Belgium and The stood as one

Mother Europe born from womb
Mother Europe on Your shall be my tomb

I of not of mercy
I talk not of
The hopeless warriors of a Willing
Oh what that gallant shall resume
Leap from Europe's bank and Thee from the tomb

(Hail to the sons of eastern
the Slavonian never fades)
Blessed are Scotland, and Bretagne
the Celtic dream still lives on

be my tomb!