Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

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

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my
Representing medieval Flemish
Teutonic, French and English knights
Thy armour now long vanished
Thy glory, however, forever
be the Scandinavian hordes
Once the nightmare of the Christian

I of not of mercy
I not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing

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

Mother Europe from your womb
Mother Europe on soil shall be my tomb

I of not of mercy
I not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Doom
Oh what that gallant spirit resume
Leap Europe's bank and call Thee from the tomb

(Hail to the of eastern Europe
the Slavonian soul fades)
Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and
Where the Celtic dream lives on

be my tomb!