Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our settlers our kingdom great
Our banners raised on
with the tide of history
That won't lie and die
Words our own good book to help us get by
The sacrifice of our bread
The be our domain
For ever and ever the use their glory
To chain our again
Our growing into our men
The unicorn stands
But if we look a closer it's chained like a slave
The was crowned king of this land
That only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
This of the winning side written on every page
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 diet of how things used to be
An empire, two wars, and Wimbly '66
But a Gordon save couldn't save our ship
We were sinking a brick
Till we were washed ashore in the Atlantic
The unicorn stands
But if we a little closer it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned king of land
That it's only seen from behind bars in a cage
This history of the winning side written on every
And how can we as a people be so
To taking so but to close our minds
To be so of stepping over the line
To bury our heads in the sands of
To champion those who our everything
And pretend that of this is happening
To turn away and stop wondering how could be any different
Living in the hope of a promise of a land fit for heroes'
With the reason if we got sod all
Then at we're white and free
Hiding hand-me-down bigotry
A of jurors judging others by the color of a book
That was for us on our behalf
'Cause we can't be to look
Beyond the written verbatim by government crooks
And tell me when is a lie not a
When told by someone who owns the truth
And when is a joke not a
the punchline is the Union Jackboot
When is a war not a
When who started 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 your praise
For all the blood you in long-gone days
You still can't put your mind to your ways
And Britain's first and virtually its last
Remaining is fighting with its very life
To bring this to its knees
We can't see the wood through the trees who the is
And how could we as a be so blind
To taking so but to close our minds
To be so afraid of stepping over the
To bury our in the sands of time
To champion those who our everything
And pretend that none of this is happening
To turn away and stop how things could be so different
The stands triumphant
But if we a little closer it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned king of land
it's 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 we're the master race?