Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our settlers calling our kingdom
Our raised on high
with the tide of history
That lie down and die
Words from our own book to help us get by
The sacrifice of our bread
The hallowed be our
For and ever the powers use their glory
To our minds again
Our lads into our men
The unicorn triumphant
But if we look a little closer chained like a slave
The lion was king of this land
That it's ever seen from behind bars in a cage
This history of the side written on every page
It's not as simple as being mislead, as us not to see
That of us are born losers in the great society
Fed on a diet of how grand used to be
An empire, two wars, and Wimbly '66
But a Gordon Banks save couldn't our ship
We were sinking like a
Till we were ashore in the South Atlantic
The stands triumphant
But if we look a closer it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned of this land
That it's only ever seen behind bars in a cage
This history of the side written 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 our heads in the sands of time
To champion those who take our
And pretend that none of this is
To away and stop wondering how things could be any different
Living in the hope of a of a land fit for heroes' needs
With the reason if we got sod all
Then at least white and free
behind hand-me-down bigotry
A nation of jurors judging others by the of a book
was written for us on our behalf
'Cause we be bothered to look
Beyond the headlines written verbatim by crooks
And tell me is a lie not a lie?
When it's 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
those who started it know it can't be won
And is a country not a country?
When partitioned and ruled by British guns
England, oh England, never sing your praise
For all the blood you shed in long-gone
You still can't put your mind to changing ways
And while first and virtually its last
Remaining colony is fighting 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 the line
To our heads in the sands of time
To those who take our everything
And then that none of this is happening
To turn away and wondering how things could be so different
The unicorn stands
But if we a little closer it's chained like a slave
The was crowned king of this land
That it's only 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 pretend the master race?