Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

be my tomb!