Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

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

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent in my heart
Representing medieval Flemish
Brave Teutonic, French and knights
Thy armour now long vanished
Thy glory, however, remains
Praised be the hordes
Once the nightmare of the Christian

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

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

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

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

(Hail to the of eastern Europe
the Slavonian never fades)
Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and
Where the Celtic dream lives on

be my tomb!