Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our settlers calling our kingdom
Our banners on high
Baptized with the of history
won't lie down and die
Words our own good book to help us get by
The of our daily bread
The hallowed be our
For ever and ever the use their glory
To chain our again
Our lads growing our men
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 from behind bars in a cage
This history of the winning side written on page
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 grand things to be
An empire, two wars, and Wimbly '66
But a Gordon Banks save couldn't our ship
We sinking like a brick
Till we were washed in the South Atlantic
The unicorn triumphant
But if we look a little closer it's chained like a
The lion was crowned of this land
That it's only seen from behind bars in a cage
This history of the winning side on every page
And how can 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 in the sands of time
To champion those who our everything
And pretend that none of this is
To turn away and stop wondering how things could be any
in the hope of a promise of a land fit for heroes' needs
With the that if we got sod all
Then at least we're and free
Hiding behind hand-me-down
A nation of jurors judging by the color of a book
was written for us on our behalf
'Cause we be bothered to look
Beyond the headlines written 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
the punchline is the Union Jackboot
When is a war not a
When those who it know it can't be won
And is a country not a country?
When it's partitioned and ruled by guns
England, oh England, I'll never sing your
For all the blood you shed in long-gone
You can't put your mind to changing your ways
And while Britain's first and its last
Remaining is fighting with its very life
To this monster to its knees
We can't see the through the trees who the monster is
And how we as a people be so blind
To taking so but to close our minds
To be so of stepping over the line
To bury our in the sands of time
To champion those who take our
And then pretend that of this is happening
To turn away and stop how things could be so different
The unicorn triumphant
But if we look a little closer it's like a slave
The lion was crowned king of this
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 the tide or still pretend we're the master race?