Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

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

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

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

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