Luyện nghe bài hát Rock on Rock All

Rock On

Oh the empire is finished no foreign to seize
So the greedy eyes of England are looking towards the
Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's called
And the hands of Whitehall are grabbing at its walls

Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall to greedy hands
Or you'll meet the same resistance you did in many lands
May the seagulls rise and pluck eyes and the water crush your shell,
And the natural gas will your ass and blow you all to hell.

For this rock is part of Ireland, it' s written in folklore
That Fionn took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, where it did fall,
For the sod the Isle of Man and the pebble's called Rockall.

Now the will not be silent, while Britannia grabs the waves
And remember that the Irish will no longer be slaves,
And remember Britannia, well, - she rules the waves no more
So keep your hands off Rockall - Irish to the core.