Luyện nghe bài hát Slainte Mhath

Na na na na

A hand held over a 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 you the story so far
This is the so far, aaa aaa aaa

Shuffling your memories, dealing your in margins
You scrawl out your across a beermat 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 with a tear in eye
To hopes and betrayals and your only reply
Is Mhath

Princes in exile raisin' the Drambuie
Paradin' their tired from old campaigns
Holdin' their own last orders commanding
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, take me away, take me away, take me
Take me

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

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