Luyện nghe bài hát Mother Europe

Oh remember the Hellenic civilisation
The cradle of Europe it all began
Or the Portuguese and Armada
Thy power, a tribute to the south

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent in my heart
Representing medieval pride
Brave Teutonic, French and knights
Thy shining now long vanished
Thy glory, however, remains
Praised be the Scandinavian
the nightmare of the Christian world

I of not of mercy
I talk not of
The hopeless warriors of a Doom

Children of
In ancient "Roma Caput Mundi"
De Nederlanden, parel van het noorden
Belgium and The Netherlands as one

Mother Europe born your womb
Mother Europe on soil shall be my tomb

I talk of not of
I not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing
Oh what that spirit shall resume
Leap Europe's bank and call Thee from the tomb

(Hail to the of eastern Europe
the Slavonian soul fades)
are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne
Where the Celtic dream lives on

be my tomb!