Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

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

Oh rock on Rockall, you'll fall to Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll meet the resistance that you did in many lands
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the water your shell,
And the natural gas will burn ass and blow you all to hell.

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

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