Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our settlers calling our great
Our raised on high
with the tide of history
That won't lie and die
Words from our own good book to us get by
The sacrifice of our bread
The hallowed be our
For ever and the powers use their glory
To chain our again
Our lads growing our men
The stands triumphant
But if we look a little it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned king of land
That only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
history of the winning side written on every 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 diet of how grand used to be
An empire, two world wars, and '66
But a Banks save couldn't save our ship
We were sinking a brick
Till we were washed ashore in the Atlantic
The unicorn triumphant
But if we look a little closer it's like a slave
The lion was king of this 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 be so blind
To taking so much but to close our
To be so afraid of stepping the line
To bury our in the sands of time
To those who take our everything
And pretend that none of is happening
To turn and stop wondering how things could be any different
in the hope of a promise of a land 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 of jurors judging others by the color of a book
That was for us on our behalf
'Cause we can't be bothered to
Beyond the headlines verbatim by government crooks
And tell me is a lie not a lie?
When it's by someone who owns the truth
And is a joke not a joke?
When the punchline is the Jackboot
When is a war not a
those who started it know it can't be won
And when is a country not a
When it's partitioned and ruled by guns
England, oh England, never sing your praise
For all the blood you shed in days
You still can't put your mind to your ways
And while Britain's first and virtually its
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 people be so
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 none of is happening
To turn and stop wondering how things could be so different
The unicorn stands
But if we look a little closer it's chained a slave
The lion was crowned king of this
That it's only seen from 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 we're the master race?