Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don't care what your politics are,
our are dying in the streets, it's time to put away the guns." He
said he'd never write a song, but he did and we thank him for it. It
is fitting that it be the last on the as it was the last one he wrote.]
I took my hand and I showed him the door
No dollar of mine would I part this day
For fueling the engines of bloody war
In my forefather's far away.
Who fled the first Famine wearing all they owned,
Were 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,
And built the Grand here, and found a new home
Wherever their were born.
Their sons have no politics. None recall
Allegiance long generations before.
name or O'that name can't matter at all
Or be enough for to war.
And meanwhile my babies are in their home,
Unlike their cousins who cower and cry
While kneecappers nail their poor to the floor
And teach them to and to die.
It's those beggars who spurn the fair coin.
The peace for their kids could take at their will.
the day old King Billy prevailed at the Boyne,
They've bombed and maimed and they've killed.
Now cry out for money and wail at the door
But Home or Republic, 'tis all a big shame;
And a curse for us here who want of war.
kindred in nothing but name.
All rights and all have long since blown away,
For causes are ashes where lie slain.
Yet the U.D.L and the cruel I.R.A.
Will tomorrow go again.
But no of mine will I add to the fray.
"Remember the Boyne!" will cry out in vain,
For given my heart to the place I was born
And forgiven the whole of Orange
King Billy and the whole of Orange.