Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

Oh remember the proud Hellenic
The cradle of Europe it all began
Or the and Spanish Armada
Thy power, a tribute to the south

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent in my heart
medieval Flemish pride
Brave Teutonic, and English knights
Thy armour now long vanished
Thy glory, however, forever
Praised be the hordes
Once the of the Christian world

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

of Italia
In ancient "Roma Caput Mundi"
De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het
and The Netherlands stood as one

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

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

(Hail to the sons of Europe
the soul never fades)
are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne
Where the Celtic still lives on

be my tomb!