Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our calling our kingdom great
Our banners raised on
Baptized with the of history
won't lie down and die
Words from our own good book to us get by
The sacrifice of our bread
The hallowed be our
For ever and ever the use their glory
To chain our minds
Our growing into our men
The unicorn triumphant
But if we a little closer it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned of this land
That only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
This history of the winning side written on page
It's not as simple as mislead, as us not wanting to see
That most of us are born losers in the society
Fed on a of how grand things used to be
An empire, two world wars, and '66
But a Gordon Banks save couldn't our ship
We sinking like a brick
Till we were ashore in the South Atlantic
The stands triumphant
But if we look a little it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned king of land
That it's only ever 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 taking so much but to our minds
To be so afraid of stepping over the
To bury our in the sands of time
To those who take our everything
And pretend that none of this is
To turn away and stop wondering how things could be any
Living in the hope of a promise of a land fit for needs
the reason that if we got sod all
Then at least we're and free
behind hand-me-down bigotry
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
Beyond the headlines written verbatim by crooks
And tell me is a lie not a lie?
When it's told by who owns the truth
And when is a not a joke?
When the 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, never sing your praise
For all the blood you in long-gone days
You still put your mind to changing your ways
And while Britain's first and virtually its
Remaining colony is fighting its very life
To bring this to its knees
We can't see the through 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 who take our everything
And then pretend that none of this is
To turn away and stop wondering how things could be so
The stands triumphant
But if we a little closer it's chained like a slave
The was crowned king of this land
That it's only ever seen from bars in a cage
Do we stand the tide or still pretend we're the master race?
Do we stand against the tide or still we're the master race?