Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our settlers calling our great
Our banners on high
Baptized the tide of history
That won't lie and die
Words from our own good to help us get by
The sacrifice of our bread
The hallowed be our
For ever and ever the powers use their
To chain our again
Our lads into our men
The unicorn triumphant
But if we look a little it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned king of land
it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
This history of the winning written on every page
It's not as as being mislead, as us not wanting 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 world wars, and '66
But a Gordon save couldn't save our ship
We were sinking like a
Till we were washed ashore in the Atlantic
The stands triumphant
But if we look a little closer it's like a slave
The lion was crowned king of land
That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a
This history of the side written on every page
And how can we as a be so blind
To so much 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 take our
And pretend that none of 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'
the reason that if we got sod all
Then at least we're and free
behind hand-me-down bigotry
A of jurors judging others by the color of a book
was written for us on our behalf
'Cause we can't be bothered to
Beyond the written verbatim by government crooks
And tell me is a lie not a lie?
When told by someone who owns the truth
And when is a not a joke?
When the punchline is the Jackboot
is a war not a war?
When those who it know it can't be won
And when is a not a country?
When partitioned and ruled by British guns
England, oh England, I'll never your praise
For all the you shed in long-gone days
You still can't put mind to changing your ways
And Britain's first and virtually its last
Remaining colony is fighting 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 be so blind
To taking so much but to close our
To be so afraid of over the line
To our heads in the sands of time
To champion those who take our
And pretend that none of this is happening
To turn away and stop how things could be so different
The unicorn triumphant
But if we look a closer it's chained like a slave
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 master
Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the race?