Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

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

Oh rock on Rockall, never fall to Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll meet the same that you did in many lands
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the water crush 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
Fionn MacCumhaill took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,
Then he 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, 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 keep your hands off Rockall - it's to the core.