Luyện nghe bài hát Slainte Mhath

Na na na na

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

Shuffling your memories, dealing your doodles in
You scrawl out poems across a beermat or two
And when you the point 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 in your eye
To their hopes and and your only reply
Is Mhath

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

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

From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bilston
From the side that rusts from the tears of its broken men
From the realization that all been left behind
Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing

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