Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don't care what politics are, when
our children are in the streets, it's time to put away the guns." He
said never write a political 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 hand and I him the door
No dollar of mine would I with this day
For fueling the engines of bloody war
In my land far away.
Who fled the first Famine all that they owned,
called 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,
And built the Grand Trunk here, and a new home
Wherever their were born.
Their have no politics. None call recall
Allegiance from long 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 cousins who cower and cry
While kneecappers nail poor Dads to the floor
And them to hate and to die.
It's those cruel beggars who the fair coin.
The for their kids they could take at their will.
Since the day old King Billy at the Boyne,
They've bombed and 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 curse for us who want nothing of war.
kindred in nothing but name.
All rights and all wrongs have long 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!" they cry out in vain,
For given my heart to the place I was born
And forgiven the whole House of
King Billy and the whole of Orange.