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 looking the seas
Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's Rockall
And the groping hands of Whitehall are at its walls

Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall to greedy hands
Or you'll meet the resistance that you did in many lands
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
That Fionn MacCumhaill took a sod of grass and he it to the fore,
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, ever it did fall,
For the sod became the of Man and the pebble's called Rockall.

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