Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our calling our kingdom great
Our banners on high
Baptized with the tide of
won't lie down and die
Words from our own good to help us get by
The sacrifice of our daily
The be our domain
For ever and the powers use their glory
To chain our again
Our lads into our men
The unicorn stands
But if we look a little closer chained like a slave
The was crowned king of this land
That only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
This history of the winning side on every 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 of how grand things used to be
An empire, two wars, and Wimbly '66
But a Gordon Banks couldn't save our ship
We were sinking like a
we were washed ashore in the South Atlantic
The stands triumphant
But if we look a little closer it's chained like a
The lion was crowned of this land
That it's only ever from behind bars in a cage
This history of the winning side written on page
And how can we as a people be so
To taking so but to close our minds
To be so afraid of stepping the line
To bury our heads in the sands of
To those who take our everything
And pretend that none of is happening
To turn away and stop wondering how things be any different
Living in the hope of a promise of a fit for heroes' needs
With the reason if we got sod all
Then at least white and free
Hiding behind bigotry
A nation of judging others by the color of a book
That was for us on our behalf
we can't be bothered to look
Beyond the headlines verbatim by government crooks
And me when is a lie not a lie?
When it's by someone who owns the truth
And is a joke not a joke?
the punchline is the Union Jackboot
When is a war not a
When those who started it it can't be won
And is a country not a country?
When partitioned and ruled by British guns
England, oh England, I'll sing your praise
For all the blood you shed in days
You still can't put your mind to changing your
And while Britain's and virtually 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 could we as a be so blind
To so much but to close our minds
To be so afraid of stepping the line
To bury our in the sands of time
To champion those who take our
And then pretend none of this is happening
To turn away and wondering how things could be so different
The unicorn triumphant
But if we a little closer it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned of this land
That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a
Do we stand against the tide or still pretend the master race?
Do we stand against the tide or still pretend we're the race?