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 showed him the
No dollar of mine would I part this day
For fueling the engines of cruel war
In my land far away.
Who fled the first wearing all that they owned,
called 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,
And the Grand Trunk here, and found a new home
their children were born.
Their have no politics. None call recall
Allegiance from long before.
O'this name or O'that can't matter at all
Or be cause for to war.
And meanwhile my are safe in their home,
Unlike their pale who cower and cry
While kneecappers nail poor Dads to the floor
And teach to hate and to die.
It's those cruel who spurn the fair coin.
The peace for their they could take at their will.
Since the day old King prevailed at the Boyne,
They've bombed and they've and they've killed.
Now they cry out for money and wail at the
But Home Rule or Republic, 'tis all a big
And a curse for us here who want of war.
We're kindred in but name.
All rights and all have long since blown away,
For causes are where children lie slain.
Yet the damned U.D.L and the I.R.A.
tomorrow 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 forgiven the whole House of
King Billy and the House of Orange.