Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don't care what your 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 last on the album as it was the one he wrote.]
I took back my and I showed him the door
No dollar of mine would I part this day
For fueling the engines of bloody war
In my land far away.
Who fled the Famine wearing all that they owned,
called 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,
And the Grand Trunk here, and found a new home
Wherever children were born.
Their have no politics. None call recall
Allegiance from generations before.
O'this name or name can't matter at all
Or be enough for to war.
And my babies are safe in their home,
Unlike their cousins who cower and cry
While kneecappers nail poor Dads to the floor
And teach to hate and to die.
It's those cruel beggars who spurn the coin.
The peace for their kids they could 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 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 wrongs long since blown away,
For causes are where children lie slain.
Yet the damned U.D.L and the I.R.A.
Will tomorrow go again.
But no penny of will I add to the fray.
"Remember the Boyne!" they cry out in vain,
For I've given my heart to the place I was
And forgiven the whole House of
Billy and the whole House of Orange.