Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don't care your politics are, when
our children are in the streets, it's time to put away the guns." He
he'd never write a political song, but he did and we thank him for it. It
is that it be the last on the album as it was the last one he wrote.]
I took back my hand and I showed him the
No of mine would I part with this day
For the engines of bloody cruel war
In my forefather's far away.
Who fled the first Famine wearing all that owned,
Were 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,
And built the Trunk here, and found a new home
Wherever their children born.
Their sons have no politics. call recall
from long generations 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 nail their poor Dads to the floor
And teach them to and to die.
It's those cruel beggars who spurn the coin.
The peace for their kids 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 at the door
But Rule or Republic, 'tis all a big shame;
And a curse for us here who nothing of war.
kindred in nothing but name.
All rights and all wrongs long since blown away,
For are ashes where children lie slain.
Yet the U.D.L and the cruel 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 to the place I was born
And the whole House of Orange
King Billy and the House of Orange.