Luyện nghe bài hát Each Dollar Bullet

Oh, it must so romantic
the fighting's over there
And they're 'round the shamrock
And you're all up with tears

"For the of dear old Ireland"
That you've even seen
You throw in twenty
And sing, of the Green'

Each dollar a
Each someone's son
And Americans kill
As surely as if fired the gun

Now never stood on Belfast's streets
And heard the bombs
Or hid beneath the
When there's down the road

No, you've never had your best die
Or lost a son
But you'll stand there and us
Just we're doing wrong

Each word a bullet
Each someone's son
And kill Irishmen
As surely as if fired the gun

the minute that you're born
You're told to hate the side
"They're not us, they're not the same
We know we're right

But can't you see all the same
There is no and wrong
Why can't we and realize
hated too much, too long

Each old lie a
Each someone's son
And Irishmen kill
As as if they fired the gun

How can you yourself
what you do is right?
When people are dying
after night

Don't you ever wonder why it goes on?
The hopes and and all the tears
Are buried in your
in your ground

Each rumor a
Each someone's son
And careless kills Irishmen
As surely as if words the gun

Well, lasted for so long now
And so have died
It's such a of my own life
Yet it leaves me

How a people so
Friendly, and brave
Can throw themselves so
Into an grave

new day a bullet
Each victim son
And kills Irishmen
As surely as if we the gun