Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

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

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent in my heart
Representing medieval pride
Teutonic, French and English knights
Thy shining now long vanished
Thy glory, however, forever
Praised be the Scandinavian
the nightmare of the Christian world

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

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

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

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

(Hail to the sons of Europe
the soul never fades)
Blessed are Scotland, and Bretagne
Where the Celtic dream lives on

be my tomb!