Luyện nghe bài hát Why Are We Still In Ireland?

Our settlers our kingdom great
Our banners on high
Baptized with the of history
won't lie down and die
Words from our own book to help us get by
The sacrifice of our daily
The be our domain
For ever and ever the use their glory
To our minds again
Our growing into our men
The stands triumphant
But if we look a little closer it's like a slave
The lion was crowned of this land
That only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
This of the winning side written on every page
It's not as simple as mislead, as us not wanting to see
That of us are born 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 save our ship
We were sinking a brick
Till we were washed in the South Atlantic
The stands triumphant
But if we look a little closer it's like a slave
The lion was crowned king of this
That it's only ever seen from bars in a cage
This of the winning 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 of stepping over the line
To bury our heads in the of time
To champion those who our everything
And pretend none of this is happening
To away 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
Then at least white and free
Hiding hand-me-down bigotry
A nation of judging others by the color of a book
That was written for us on our
'Cause we can't be to look
Beyond the written verbatim by government crooks
And tell me is a lie not a lie?
it's told by someone who owns the truth
And when is a joke not a
When the is the Union Jackboot
When is a war not a
When those who started it know it be won
And when is a not a country?
When it's and ruled by British guns
England, oh England, never sing your praise
For all the blood you shed in long-gone
You still put your mind to changing your ways
And Britain's first and virtually its last
colony is fighting with its very life
To bring this to its knees
We can't see the wood the trees who the monster is
And how could we as a be so blind
To taking so much but to our minds
To be so afraid of over the line
To bury our heads in the of time
To champion those who our everything
And then pretend that none of is happening
To turn away and stop wondering how things could be so
The unicorn triumphant
But if we look a closer it's chained like a slave
The lion was crowned king of land
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 we're the master race?