Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don't what your politics are, when
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 back my and I showed him the door
No of mine would I part with this day
For fueling the engines of bloody war
In my land far away.
Who fled the first Famine wearing all they owned,
Were called 'Navigators', all and torn,
And built the Grand Trunk here, and a new home
Wherever their were born.
Their sons have no politics. None call
from long generations before.
O'this name or O'that name matter at all
Or be enough for to war.
And meanwhile my babies are safe in home,
Unlike their pale cousins who and cry
While kneecappers nail poor Dads to the floor
And teach them to and to die.
those cruel 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,
bombed and they've maimed and they've killed.
Now they cry out for money and at the door
But Home or Republic, 'tis all a big shame;
And a curse for us here who nothing of war.
kindred in nothing but name.
All and all wrongs have long since blown away,
For causes are where children lie slain.
Yet the U.D.L and the cruel I.R.A.
Will go murdering again.
But no of mine will I add to the fray.
"Remember the Boyne!" will cry out in vain,
For I've given my to the place I was born
And the whole House of Orange
Billy and the whole House of Orange.