Luyện nghe bài hát Black 47

Everything is still not a chicken not a
Just an sicken silence roarin' in my brain
And the fog of death and lies upon the land
An ould wan rolls on her back
The grass stains still green her chin
I can hear her keenin' and screamin' in the wind

God's curse upon you, John Russell
May your black soul rot in hell
There's no love left on and God is dead in heaven
In dark and deadly days of Black 47

God's curse upon you, Trevalian
May your great Queen rot in hell
England and its empire answer before heaven
For the crimes they in Black 47

says "Come on now
Don't look back, she's not livin', she's a
And she'll us if we look into her eyes"

Oh God, I think I'm dyin' the in my brain
For can't you see pack of children up ahead?
The of old men sproutin' from their chins
Can't you hear screams of hunger on the wind?

God's curse upon you, Lord Russell
May your black soul rot in hell
There's no love left on earth and God is in heaven
In these dark and deadly of Black 47

God's curse you, Lord Trevalian
May your Queen Victoria rot in hell
'Til England and its empire answer under
For the crimes they committed in 47

Darlin' Paudie save me, I think I'm fast, me blood is boilin'
Don't let me die here in a
If the hunger doesn't get me the fever will

Paudie took me up and me across his shoulders
He nursed me every day we reached Amerikay
Screamin' and like two madmen at the wind

God's upon you, Lord John Russell
May your black soul rot in hell
no love left on earth, God is dead in heaven
In the dark and deadly of Black 47

God's upon you, Lord Trevalian
May great Queen Victoria rot in hell
'Til England and its empire answer heaven
For the crimes they committed in 47