Luyện nghe bài hát Slainte Mhath

Na na na na

A hand held a candle in angst fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched
Trapped in the of another fine menu
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 doodles in margins
You scrawl out your poems across a or two
And when you declare the point of grave
They turn 'round and ask you to them the story so far
This is the so far, aaa aaa

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

Princes in raisin' the standard Drambuie
their anecdotes tired from old campaigns
Holdin' their own orders commanding attention
And we sit here and to all of the story so far
This is the 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 Glen
From the Clyde 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 line

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