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 our own good book to help us get by
The sacrifice of our bread
The hallowed be our
For ever and ever the powers use their
To chain our again
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 ever seen from behind bars in a cage
This of the winning side written on every page
It's not as simple as being mislead, as us not to see
That most of us are losers in the great society
Fed on a diet of how things used to be
An empire, two wars, and Wimbly '66
But a Gordon Banks save couldn't our ship
We were like a brick
Till we washed ashore in the South Atlantic
The unicorn stands
But if we look a little closer 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 side written 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 heads in the of time
To champion who take our everything
And pretend that none of this is
To turn and stop wondering how things could be any different
Living in the hope of a promise of a land fit for heroes'
the reason that if we got sod all
Then at we're white and free
Hiding behind bigotry
A nation of judging others by the color of a book
was written for us on our behalf
'Cause we can't be bothered to
Beyond the headlines written by government crooks
And tell me is a lie not a lie?
When it's told by who owns the truth
And is a joke not a joke?
When the punchline is the Union
is a war not a war?
When those who started it it can't be won
And is a country not a country?
When it's and ruled by British guns
England, oh England, I'll never your praise
For all the blood you shed in days
You still can't put your mind to your ways
And while first and virtually its last
Remaining colony is with its very life
To bring this monster to its
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 of stepping over the line
To bury our heads in the sands of
To those who take our everything
And then that none of this is happening
To away and stop wondering how things could be so different
The stands triumphant
But if we look a little closer chained like a slave
The lion was crowned king of this
That it's ever 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 pretend we're the race?