Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

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

Bruges, Antwerp, forever in my heart
medieval Flemish pride
Brave Teutonic, French and knights
Thy armour now long vanished
Thy glory, however, forever
Praised be the Scandinavian
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, van het noorden
Belgium and The stood as one

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

I talk of not of
I not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing
Oh that gallant spirit shall resume
Leap from Europe's and call Thee 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!