Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our settlers our kingdom great
Our raised on high
with the tide of history
That won't lie and die
Words from our own book 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 minds
Our lads growing our men
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 seen from behind in a cage
This history of the winning side written on page
It's not as as being mislead, as us not wanting to see
That most of us are 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 save our
We were sinking like a
Till we were washed ashore in the South
The unicorn stands
But if we look a little closer chained like a slave
The lion was crowned of this land
That it's only ever seen from behind 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 in the sands of time
To champion those who take our
And pretend that of this is happening
To turn away and stop wondering how could be any different
Living in the hope of a promise of a fit for heroes' 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 judging 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 me when is a lie not a lie?
When it's told by someone who owns the
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 your praise
For all the blood you shed in days
You can't put your mind to changing your ways
And while first and virtually its last
colony is fighting with its very life
To this monster to its knees
We can't see the wood through the who the monster is
And how could we as a people be so
To taking so 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 our everything
And then pretend that of this is happening
To turn away and stop wondering how things be so different
The unicorn triumphant
But if we look a closer it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned of this land
That it's only seen from behind bars in a cage
Do we stand against the tide or still pretend the master race?
Do we stand against the tide or still we're the master race?