Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

Oh the proud 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
Representing medieval pride
Brave Teutonic, French and knights
Thy shining armour now long
Thy glory, however, remains
be the Scandinavian hordes
Once the of the Christian world

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

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

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

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

(Hail to the sons of eastern
the Slavonian soul fades)
Blessed are Scotland, and Bretagne
Where the dream still lives on

be my tomb!