Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

Oh the is finished no foreign lands to seize
So the greedy of England are looking towards the seas
Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's Rockall
And the groping of Whitehall are grabbing at its walls

Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never to Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll meet the same that you did in many lands
May the rise and pluck your eyes and the water crush your shell,
And the gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

For this rock is part of Ireland, 'cos it' s written in
That Fionn MacCumhaill a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,
Then he tossed a pebble the sea, where ever it did fall,
For the sod the Isle of Man and the pebble's called Rockall.

Now the will not be silent, while Britannia grabs the waves
And remember that the will no longer be your slaves,
And remember Britannia, well, - she rules the waves no more
So keep hands off Rockall - it's Irish to the core.