Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I care what your politics are, when
our children are dying in the streets, it's to put away the guns." He
said he'd write a political song, but he did and we thank him for it. It
is fitting that it be the last on the album as it was the one he wrote.]
I took back my hand and I showed him the
No dollar of mine would I with this day
For fueling the engines of cruel war
In my land far away.
Who fled the first Famine all that they owned,
Were called 'Navigators', all and torn,
And built the Grand Trunk here, and a new home
Wherever children were born.
sons have no politics. None call recall
Allegiance from generations before.
name or O'that name can't matter at all
Or be cause for to war.
And meanwhile my babies are in their home,
Unlike their pale cousins who and cry
While kneecappers their poor Dads to the floor
And teach them to and to die.
It's those beggars who spurn the fair coin.
The peace for kids they could take at their will.
Since the day old King Billy at the Boyne,
They've and they've maimed and they've killed.
Now cry out for money and wail at the door
But Home Rule or Republic, 'tis all a big
And a for us here who want nothing of war.
kindred in nothing but name.
All rights and all wrongs have long since away,
For causes are ashes where lie slain.
Yet the damned U.D.L and the I.R.A.
Will tomorrow go again.
But no penny of mine I add to the fray.
"Remember the Boyne!" will cry out in vain,
For I've given my heart to the place I was
And forgiven the House of Orange
Billy and the whole House of Orange.