Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

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

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

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

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

Mother Europe from your womb
Mother Europe on Your soil 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 Europe's bank and call from the tomb

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

be my tomb!