Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our settlers our kingdom great
Our banners on high
with the tide of history
That lie down and die
Words from our own book to help us get by
The sacrifice of our daily
The hallowed be our
For and ever the powers use their glory
To our minds again
Our lads into our men
The stands triumphant
But if we look a closer it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned of this land
That it's only seen from behind bars in a cage
This history of the winning side written on every
It's not as simple as being mislead, as us not to see
That most of us are born losers in the great
Fed on a diet of how things used to be
An empire, two wars, and Wimbly '66
But a Gordon Banks save couldn't save our
We sinking like a brick
Till we were washed ashore in the Atlantic
The unicorn stands
But if we look a little closer chained like a slave
The lion was crowned of this land
it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
This history of the winning side written on page
And how can we as a be so blind
To taking so much but to our minds
To be so afraid of stepping the line
To bury our in the sands of time
To those who take our everything
And pretend none of this is happening
To turn away and stop wondering how things be any different
Living in the hope of a promise of a land fit for needs
With the reason if we got sod all
Then at we're white and free
Hiding behind hand-me-down
A nation of jurors others by the color of a book
That was for us on our behalf
'Cause we can't be bothered to
the headlines written verbatim by government crooks
And tell me when is a lie not a
it's told by someone who owns the truth
And is a joke not a joke?
the punchline is the Union Jackboot
When is a war not a
When those who started it know it be won
And is a country not a country?
it's partitioned and ruled by British guns
England, oh England, I'll never sing your
For all the you shed in long-gone days
You still can't put your to changing your ways
And while first and virtually its last
Remaining colony is fighting with its life
To bring this to its knees
We can't see the wood the trees who the monster is
And how could we as a people be so
To so much but to close our minds
To be so afraid of stepping over the
To bury our heads in the of time
To champion those who take our
And then pretend that of this is happening
To turn away and stop wondering how things be so different
The unicorn triumphant
But if we look a little closer it's chained like a
The was crowned king of this land
That only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
Do we stand against the tide or pretend we're the master race?
Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the race?