Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

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

Oh rock on Rockall, never fall to Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll the same 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 rock is part of Ireland, 'cos it' s in folklore
That Fionn 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 became the Isle of Man and the pebble's Rockall.

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