Luyện nghe bài hát Slainte Mhath

A hand held over a in angst-fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched
Trapped in the indecision of fine menu
And you sit there and ask me to you the story so far
This is the so far

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

This is the so far

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

in exile raising the standard drambuie
Parading their anecdotes tired from old
Holding their own orders commanding attention
We sit here and listen to all of the so far

is the story so far

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

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