Luyện nghe bài hát Slainte Mhath

Na na na na

A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled
A carbon trail scores a stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of another menu
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 across a beermat or two
And you declare the point of grave creation
They 'round and ask you to tell them the story so far
This is the so far, aaa aaa

And you listen with a in your eye
To their hopes and betrayals and your only
Is Mhath

in exile raisin' the standard Drambuie
Paradin' their anecdotes tired from old
Holdin' their own last commanding attention
And we sit here and listen to all of the 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
me away

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

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