Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

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

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

For this rock is of Ireland, 'cos it' s written in folklore
That Fionn took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,
Then he tossed a 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, Britannia grabs the waves
And that the Irish will no longer be your slaves,
And remember that Britannia, well, - she rules the no more
So keep your hands off - it's Irish to the core.