Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I care 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 political song, but he did and we him for it. It
is fitting that it be the on the album as it was the last one he wrote.]
I took back my and I showed him the door
No dollar of mine would I part with day
For the engines of bloody cruel war
In my land far away.
Who the first Famine wearing all that they owned,
called 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,
And the Grand Trunk here, and found a new home
Wherever their were born.
Their sons 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 babies are in their home,
Unlike their cousins who cower and cry
While kneecappers nail their Dads to the floor
And teach to hate and to die.
It's those beggars who spurn the fair coin.
The peace for their kids they could take at will.
the day old King Billy prevailed at the Boyne,
They've bombed and they've maimed and killed.
Now they cry out for money and wail at the
But Home Rule or Republic, all a big shame;
And a curse for us here who want of war.
We're in nothing but name.
All and all wrongs have long since blown away,
For causes are ashes children lie slain.
Yet the damned U.D.L and the I.R.A.
Will tomorrow go again.
But no penny of mine I add to the fray.
"Remember the Boyne!" they cry out in vain,
For I've given my heart to the I was born
And forgiven the whole of Orange
King Billy and the House of Orange.