Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

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

Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never 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 crush your shell,
And the gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

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

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