Luyện nghe bài hát Slainte Mhath

Na na na na

A hand held over a in angst fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of another fine
And you sit there and ask me to tell you the so far
This is the so far, aaa aaa aaa

your memories, dealing your doodles in margins
You scrawl out your poems across a or two
And when you declare the of grave creation
turn 'round and ask you to tell them the story so far
This is the so far, aaa aaa

And you listen a tear in your eye
To their hopes and betrayals and only reply
Is Slainte

Princes in exile raisin' the Drambuie
Paradin' their anecdotes tired from old
Holdin' their own last orders attention
And we sit here and to all of the story so far
This is the so far, aaa aaa aaa

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

From the dream on the wire at Flanders and Bilston Glen
From the side that rusts from the tears of its broken men
From the realization that all we've been behind
Is to stand like our before us in the firing line

Waiting on the whistle to
We stand here waiting on the to blow
They promised us miracles, and the whistle still
Broken but the whistle still blows
Waiting on the whistle to
We stand here waiting on the whistle to