Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

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

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

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

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