Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our settlers our kingdom great
Our banners raised on
Baptized the tide of history
won't lie down and die
Words our own good book to help us get by
The sacrifice of our daily
The be our domain
For ever and ever the powers use glory
To our minds again
Our growing into our men
The unicorn triumphant
But if we look a little it's chained like a slave
The was crowned king of this land
That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a
This history of the winning side written on every
It's not as as being mislead, as us not wanting to see
most of us are born losers in the great society
Fed on a of how grand 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 ashore in the South Atlantic
The unicorn stands
But if we look a little it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned king of land
That it's only ever seen from 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 of stepping over the line
To our heads in the sands of time
To champion who take our everything
And that none of this is happening
To turn away and wondering how things could be any different
Living in the hope of a promise of a fit for heroes' needs
With the reason if we got sod all
at least we're white and free
Hiding hand-me-down bigotry
A nation of jurors others by the color of a book
That was written for us on our
'Cause we can't be bothered to
Beyond the headlines verbatim by government crooks
And tell me is a lie not a lie?
it's told by someone who owns the truth
And when is a joke not a
When the punchline is the Union
is a war not a war?
When those who it know it can't be won
And is a country not a country?
When it's partitioned and ruled by British
England, oh England, I'll never sing praise
For all the blood you shed in long-gone
You still can't put your mind to your ways
And while first and virtually its last
Remaining colony is with its very life
To this monster 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 taking so but to close our minds
To be so afraid of stepping over the
To bury our heads in the of time
To champion who take our everything
And then pretend that of this is happening
To turn away and stop wondering how could be so different
The stands triumphant
But if we look a little closer it's chained like a
The lion was crowned king of land
That it's only ever seen behind bars in a cage
Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the race?
Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the race?