Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

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

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

For this rock is part of Ireland, it' s written in folklore
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 called Rockall.

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