Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

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

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

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

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