Luyện nghe bài hát Slainte Mhath

Na na na na

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

Shuffling memories, dealing your doodles in margins
You scrawl out poems across a beermat 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, aaa aaa

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

in exile raisin' the standard Drambuie
Paradin' their anecdotes from old campaigns
Holdin' their own orders commanding attention
And we sit here and listen to all of the so far
is the story so far, aaa aaa aaa

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

From the dream on the barbed at Flanders and Bilston Glen
From the Clyde side that rusts from the tears of its men
From the realization all we've been left behind
Is to stand like our fathers 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 but the whistle still blows
Waiting on the whistle to
We here waiting on the whistle to blow