Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

Oh the proud Hellenic civilisation
The cradle of Europe where it all
Or the Portuguese and Armada
Overwhelming Thy power, a to the south

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my
Representing medieval Flemish
Brave Teutonic, and English knights
Thy shining armour now vanished
Thy glory, however, forever
Praised be the hordes
the nightmare of the Christian world

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

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

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

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

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

be my tomb!