Luyện nghe bài hát Slainte Mhath

A hand over a candle in angst-fuelled bravado
A trail scores a moist stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of another fine
And you sit there and ask me to tell you the so far
is the story so far

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

is the story so far

And you with a tear in your eye
To their hopes and betrayals and your only
Is mhath

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

This is the so far

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

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