Luyện nghe bài hát Slainte Mhath

A hand held over a candle in bravado
A carbon trail scores a stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of fine menu
And you sit and ask me to tell you the story so far
This is the so far

Shuffling your memories your doodles in margins
You scrawl out poems across a beer-mat or two
And you declare the point of grave creation
They turn round and ask you to tell them the so far

is the story so far

And you listen with a in your eye
To their hopes and betrayals and your reply
Is mhath

Princes in exile raising the drambuie
Parading anecdotes tired from old campaigns
Holding their own last commanding attention
We sit here and to all of the story so far

This is the so far

Take it away, it away, take it away, take me away

From the dreams on the barbed at flanders and bilston glen
From a that rusts from the tears of it's broken men
From the that all we've been left behind
Is to stand like our fathers us in the firing line
Waiting on the whistle to blow, we stand here
On the to blow
promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows
Broken promises, and the whistle blows
The still blows