Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

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